The Same Song


Same song

Every night

When I feel like dancing

You just wanna hold me tight

 

I can dance alone

It’s probably better anyway

This is like keeping me on the phone

But partying lets me say,

 

I want to be free

To move from here to there

I want to be free

In a world that doesn’t care

  As long as I share

I want to be free

Still closer to thee

I want to be

What freedom has for me

 

If I twirl too much

Don’t be quick to think I’m dizzy

Just because I move when you try to touch

My hand, and I hear you say, “Is he always this busy?”

“Do you always have to be this busy?”

 

What if I don’t want to stand or sit still

All the time, it’s just not enough

Maybe it’s not my will with so much time to kill

Making life more rough with lifeless stuff

 

My dance floor is the earth’s store

And it gives me so much more when I don’t sit still

Like biting into an apple’s core

The seeds inside are like a pill,

     keeping peace at will, seeds that thrill

 

 

 

 

Change the song

And you’ll see my new clothes

Sure as the day’s gone long

Even the Emperor holds a white rose

 

Change the tune

I’ll help you learn to step right

I’ve been to the moon and you can soon

If you stop putting up a fight and follow the light

 

(Casket) Ready


Adieus bidded

Pictures painted

Two hours on this stage

Still performing

Until

no makeup is needed

Even answering to Freddy

lets you know you

are funeral ready

At any time

In any place

You are

Because you have made amends

 

How can there be sorrow

when yesterday

they all looked forward to

a better tomorrow

Sometimes they never knew

you were bidding adieu

Then again

Neither did you

 Those fond memories

Oh how

they linger on

 

Of Life and Living



What Man

looks at a child

for the measure of his life


The backseat driver

caught looking right

appears to question the future

whereas a long glare left

spells déjà vu

The Man in the Rearview Mirror

chooses to look back

while the back sees only

his back

and the occasional Zorro-esqueness

Does the backseat smile

or does it stream tears and wails

heading down the highway

with life

driven by stability or insecurity

What Man

allows a backseat driver ride

without protection

Yet dictating his destination

Halting or enhancing

 the end result