The Place Of Fun
I look into the abyss of your eyes
And I see the failure I’m afraid
To concede because it’s all my own
I sit inside the noisiness of why
Can I free the queen from her beehive
To pursue the wisdom of alone
I never thought I’d be the one to veer
From the perfect path away from fear
Now I’m staring straight into the sun
Meditating on the future’s gold
Dedicating myself to be bold
But nothing seems to take the place of fun
Take the place of fun
There is a kind of numbness in the air
Like a paralyzing soul-glitter
Where grittiness and prettiness collide
There is a colorlessness to despair
An invisible chaos to bear
Interwoven between love and pride
I never thought I’d be the one to veer
From the perfect path away from fear
Now I’m staring straight into the sun
Meditating on the future’s gold
Dedicating myself to be bold
But nothing seems to take the place of fun
Take the place of fun
Linger on the precipice of no
Long enough and grief will start to show
Glowing like a Dybbuk in the dark
Linger on the precipice of yes
Long enough and you will become blessed
Poison ivy hands will leave their mark