If the spiders in my mind
Ever found their way into yours,
Don't tell the
World that you're going crazy-
Tell me if, or when, or how,
You can find your way to me,
Or if you need me to tell you,
The spiders will show you the way.
Madness is relative, love,
To the distance between two souls,
To the wire of our entwined lives,
To the moth that's drawn to the flame.
We gotta spend some time, love,
Out of this world of maybe-perhaps-tomorrow-
Don't tell the
World if we find an escape.
2 comments:
For someone afflicted with
Arachnophobia
The thought of spiders
Taking me to utopia
Is quite like saying
That Donald will build a wall
And the Humpty won't fall
Surrealism aside
What if the distance felt
And the distance left
Can be covered in just
One single ride
Down with the canvas top
Pitstops at the Exxon outcrop
Windblown hair and lonely smoke
Oh how I wish for a toke
Seventeen days till seventeen
Seventeen days till twenty two
Seventeen years till I ride with you
Why thank you. :3
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