
You hit a ceiling
it turns out to be the floor
confusions do rhyme

You hit a ceiling
it turns out to be the floor
confusions do rhyme

I forgot something
because I threw it away
landing upside down

From closing my eyes
dark forests appear to me
a crownless darkness

A red wall black line
divided unequal parts
decide you are on

I love tall windows
they are raising the ceiling
a kite catches me

In a bright grey world
happiness is now for sale
deflating balloons

I am hanging here
but not by a thread it seems
a wishful hanging?

I do have no end
but you can let me go
for I am rusty

The storm pushes back
it feels out of rage to me
but I am cut off

Sculpting myself
and remember all the time
I did close my eyes

Do I want to see
faces in confused patterns
let us just sing more

So many windows
I can see spring arriving
but I don't smell it

I want to put my closed windows down
flat on the floor
and get my opportunity
through my own weight
and not by force

I breathe out
and with it my thoughts
it says everything
but also nothing
and no one hears it
not even my echo
I feel like a flower in bloom
ripped off its stem
its purpose still
to see

The wall disappears
like a wave's crest falls
out of sight
and you enjoy the view
You're about to see
following
in anticipation

If you put your four best parts together
you will be left
with less than mediocracy