Some nights I’m just flatlining,
Riding an unbent coaster through the void,
Like an arrow through a great gorge that never ends,
Or a rattle that sighs from a lung that gives in.
Some nights all is quiet inside
And static but gently moving too,
Like a paper airplane down an empty hall,
I’m just gliding through.
No words, no words can take you to the space I’m crossing
Or the dark I’m delving in.
No thoughts, no love, no hate just a captainless ship,
And it’s getting late.
Some nights I’m just a shadow
Moving across the wall without a noise,
Like a puppet through a light screen, dancing but bound,
Or a storybook boy that won’t grow up or come down.
Some nights all is quiet inside
And static but gently moving too,
Like a paper airplane down an empty hall,
I’m just gliding through.
Some nights all is silently torn,
But whole in its free and mysterious way,
Like a deer cut from its herd by hungry wolves,
I’m just falling prey.
No words, no words can take you to the space I’m crossing
Or the dark I’m delving in.
Not thoughts, no love, no hate just a ghostless machine
And it’s getting late.