The Day Walk

In your blue room sit with a candle lit

On a charcoal bed of dreams you carry on

Though the streets are hot you can still a lot

But you can walk out and forget there isn't time to take a loan

But you're now into something that you were immune to before

And there wasn't a sign you just fell into line at the door

And the question sands in the palms of hands

Of the wretches picking pieces of their minds up off the floor

On the mantel place there is still a trace

Of the plastic face you hung your moments on

And the sudden scare of a landing there on the sea

That you don't care to even see when you're alone

But the day is too short and you can't find support in the sun

You had thought you'd decide to just stick out the ride as it comes

But the emptiness of a thing that's less than what it was thought to be

Has left you wondering just how much more