(within my own lines)

where have you been?

(within my own lines)

it's been so long...

(within my own lines)

take your hands out

(within my own lines)

your sunglasses, off..

..earbuds burst,

(within my own lines)

a new trail,
blazing
like a troph
for your IRA Roth

never know when to fold 'em,
like Holden

(within my own lines)

if you disconnect less

(within my own lines)

than a 56k modem,
that should leave you with room
to feel chosen

(within my own lines)

by a set of spacey
CTA eyes
searching around
subconsciously

under the guise of needing
to be validated

but not being able
to bring oneself
to admit this
reality

leaving almost
every second
of every day
near-death empty

as if eye-contact, or
a brush on the arm
would manifest itself
i n t e r n a l l y

could sink
right past your tongue
and plop, wet
into your belly

(within my own lines)

(within my own lines)

(within my own lines)

taking a vacant seat
somewhere in-between
your insecurity
making itself at home
until another missed opportunity

as if duality could find itself
or define another
cathartic piece of art
(or at least the time spent)

is this why this won't get through to me?
does my abandon proceed me?

is this what won't get through to me?
does my abandon proceed me
or does it suit me truthfully?

can I catch my unawares
with eight hours of sleep
and a healthier diet?

sneak up behind it
with an enormous net
sown from
good intentions
and a baseball bat
signed by Malcolm Gladwell

and near my last second
will I catch it and
beat it to a pulp
screaming, smashing the shit
out of all the things
I just do not want to be

and when it's said and it's done
and I empty the remains across some
alter from some dream I once had
or haven't even had yet
is it obvious that

every person sitting in every pew
just waiting to hear that they're
going to be "okay" someday too,

that my netted friend
will always just be "Me",
caught spinning a reflection
within the eyes of onlookers
and "Me",

standing beside the alter
somewhere on the other side
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw

dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
within my own

within my own lines

(within my own lines)

and if you could,
you would

you would draw,
within your own lines

if you could,
you would

(a m b i v a l a n c e)