False Tone

Paint my face red to pretend I've got passion

Dull eyes don't care, flip switches in their spare time

Remember the days when dull care was full-time

But the body needs more than withdrawn and misaligned

Directionless

Blind

Flighty

Accidental

Words to let loose a basket of marbles

But they block up my thoughts like in midday traffic

I'm barely crawling on, sun beating on my hand twitch

Twitch, that's it

Flick another marble

One by one till the basket wobbles

Unweighted by thoughts, my hand tips it over

Empty brain drips slowly and it doesn't get fuller