I write in gray scales. I walk dusty roads. I think in plus and minus. I reach for high, not low.
Drive Gray scales and dusty roads Plus and minus highs and lows Cold feet but golden dreams Among balconies and white sheets.
Midnight I'm kept in cage and cannot relate To this stupid rules they dictate I'm treading water I want to walk on water I start by learn how to swim
The Neighbor I hear your neighbor singing An anxious voice, close, yet far away Never have I met her Still I know that voice so well I do not peek when I close my eyes No, I choose not to see That walls are thin and we lay chin to chin But you keep ignoring it.
