Walking past
Statues of the fastest men alive
The best who ever lived
I've gathered them in my head
Not dead, but practicing
And dreaming lacks statutes
And happy endings
Plenty to cling to
Plenty confusion
But no conclusion brings you back
She says, "I sit at this window ledge all day
Shouting down at them
'Play, play, play'"
It's okay to be in pain
You're fine to stay away
From the symposium today
No good readings there anyway
It's okay to have a stain
Skip out on the symposium
I know I am
I'll be at home, I'm weary
Of who I've been
And who I'm growing into
Let me pause again
Get back some simple rhythm
It's a cold wind that hints
I should follow you up
A warm drink, a warm touch
A stained glass window
And a wet paintbrush
And the light behind my eyes
An unwelcome push
It's another dream unfinished
It's another dream incomplete