Sighin’ or Cryin’

What’s left…

The anguish of wind-ripped leaves

Branches on the verge?

Is the sea hearing their misery?

The fast-moving clouds say yes.

The tempest rushes about to hear

Our personal ship of fools escaping the deep

As it rushes to hide atop the horizon’s promise of paradise.

Ha…

Some ticket to everywhere.

Floating dreams skewered by the sunbeam

Hitching a ride atop the lightning bolt.

Only the great shoreline rocks

Act like everything is as it should be.

BS

Imagination…

Don’t you hear me bangin’ my head against your wall?

Oh, come on.

Of course you do

So how come you don’t answer?

Bang your head against the wall

And keep old Bonkers company

Eh?

At least tell me…

You sighin’ or cryin’?

Getting’ so neither of us can tell.