Ink and Paper

A disarray of colours and hues
Border a time in life when I would lord over things
That I thought mattered without knowing nothing ever did
Scatter brain dead inside with a massive grin
Cards on a mattress of a bedroom floor
Sinking into my mind what is it time for
Collections of ideas and thoughts melt into nothingness
While I'm left all alone here
Down I go into the ground to stay low
Change stripes, throw away the suit
Staying hidden on the road
It's a bore

Blink twice, look right
Sharp teeth in the moonlight
I see what you see when you
Look at me in those little blue eyes
I know you're not quite real
You live inside my head
I see all black, it blends in
Are you dead?

It was 58, couldn't have been 68
What I ate on that morning
May as well have been penguin bait
Swimming to the coast
Watching all the people float
Ink and paper in their hands
Dying to find what they wrote
He was a dreamer, it would appeal to her
Chasing the next milestone like a heat seeker
Someone truly from the ground
Talking sense without a sound
Giving away where he could
And all that he would've found