Speaking With a Friend

Tell me who you are now as I speak as if asleep

Has your sense of wonder abandoned you again?

Do you dream in color or just in inky pen?

Does your love still spill like it did, has it left a mess?

Or gone someplace you still feel the touch but can’t recall the name?

Is it bad that nothing has changed?

Theres a challenge every day to stay the same

But there are forces much stronger than the grip I have on you

I am playing a part, to let you have your way

Hush now, let me hear your heart

Listen to an old sadness become new

One more time, every single time

Stuck repeating the same bitter lines

You’d fall down, but you knew