Saturday, March 02, 2013

Alienation

Something's over taken
the comfort of old slippers
it's something magnanimous
estranging us of the pet names
we used to call each other

I guess riding fast cars
made me a lotus eater
it has deprived me of the memories
of our little tea parties

See I got this new set of frames
it makes my face a little bit more gaunt
it's not that I've dismissed the humor
of our secret jokes

It all reduces to the dust in the wind
How foolish I was to think
that an overturning wave
would look perpetually the same
and that time was relative.

As the walls swallow me whole
I resigned all hopes of reclaiming
the intimacy of shared meals
and soft whispers in the pillow
I guess it's time I go.