There's a prelude for a song in my head
I need to write for you
And a ration of purity helps
My pain differs I'm pacified
So disclose some flawless mistakes
Inspire me
With the ones that stuck on you
A couple of days' worth
To soften the aged words
Out of the womb of my head
In a dyslexia order,
Just like my thoughts
Moments from life stand still
Stranded a bit longer
Waiting for that portrait snapshot
To amplify everything I imagined
Poses I have yet to see from you.
Memory's at a mundane distance
Germinating into bad company
All the crazy images I received
None looked or spoke like you
The things that could've been.
All the usual evaded hints
Catching sour stones out of crooked mouths
Thrown at you reviving old reels
It would've been just you, me & a prelude
But all this was just an overture
For the emotions that just arrived
At the end of this poem
But a song is coming home to you
What you hear now is a prelude