i smell the stink of my dirty laundry
the scent permeates my lukewarm room
i inhale while i stare at the swinging blades
and i contemplate my fate
in this half-and-half life
my twisted history has taught me not to fight
the urge to fight the urge to exit
then why does total revolution seem right -
through the door?
i think i lost the key
i bank on foundation
i vote in security
i click refresh, but i don’t update
i fidget in a fortress where i fixate on a screen
hey, if i hit escape, could i face
a half-and-half life?
my twisted history has taught me not to fight
the urge to fight the urge to exit
then why does total revolution seem right -
through the door?
i think i lost the key
i peer through the glass
for minutes or hours
i watch a parade
of people and flowers
they say - it’s okay -
- rise, realize you’re in power -
but the rumor dissolves
when i start to revolve
so, i stay...
locked in and in charge - no wasted energy
i bite the nails in my floorboard hands
i count new cracks - will i split before my ceiling fails?
if i hesitate, could i fake it through
the half-and-half life?
my twisted history has taught me not to fight
the urge to fight the urge to exit
then why does total revolution seem right -
through the door?
i think i lost the key