Asylummn

If everything would stop flying around so fast for a few seconds
Maybe my mind could get on its damn feet.
You’re throwing questions my way, hyperspeeed
And I’m struggling to keep up with all of your games.
Let’s play this! Now that! Bam bam.
One thing after another.
One body after the next.
Those long pretty eyelashes.
Pretty pretty pretty.
Pretty devious.

After after after,
Those long summer nights have cooled down
And transformed into your winter night of choice.
We’re so insulted when we have no right.
When we do have reason everything is taken so lightly.
Forget the whole salt shaker.
Let just rust a hole in a car without doors.
It’s those rhythmic patterns that I can’t really describe.
The cycle of winter to summer.
Tans to pale.
Sand to snow