Give no weight to these words
They are the mumblings of a madman
I scribbled them on the padded walls of my mind
Ink drawn from the heart’s-well with pointy nail clippings
Instead, lay your faith in that first sip of morning’s coffee
In the peals of young children’s laughter
In how your fingertips feel at home in the small of your lover’s back
Find your home with outstretched arms digging fingers in three knuckles deep
So a hurricane couldn’t shake you loose
I’ll be tossed about by the whimsy of your smile and faded memories
Smirk at my chaos if it makes you feel better
Find truth in your realism and folly in my Impressionism
You can Rockwell while I melt into Dali-ance
Find comfort in repetition
Find comfort in repetition
Find comfort in repetition
I’ll ride the adrenaline roller coaster of fractal chaos
You’ll never really feel quite as alive
As when you don’t know where your next meal is coming from
The food tastes better and your kisses sweeter
When each time felt as though it could’ve been the last
But here we are
You in your well worn path
My mind a wandering nomad…a vagabond
Things seem so much simpler to you
So give no weight…to these words
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