strange sunday
ever changeable
my mutable nature out of whack with the world
till i pull that card
then i understand the day
and why it passed me by
i'm looking out my window
waving at the people on the streets
but no one waves back
i'm looking at clouds rolling in
thinking about the plans that i never made
the ones i did
the ones that escape
i'm knee deep in melancholia
i'm tripping out in psychedelia
is it really wrong to have LSD for breakfast
who cares anyway
as those hungry birds swoop
along the surface of the ocean
along the line
a big waves crashes at my feet
a cool breeze untangles me
i split in seven
they fight over an ice cream like children
then they fall into line
like a well drilled army
like a team
we take them out for lunch
they appreciate the variety
a moments liberation
a moment of freedom
later they walk along the beach again
some skip, some run, some walk and a couple leap frog
they get tired and restless
need a siesta
put them to bed
seven dreams, all the same
wake up in one body