When everything's a two tone type
and the lot seems some what wrong.
When the place you wake isn't
the one you put to rest
and the silence feels less lapsey
and more like an unsung song.
Where your friends are also foes
and your foes your honest friends.
When the morning is your night
and the day drifts past your shore.
When your hair is long and silky
but streets are splitting by the ends.
When the puddles stop reflecting
and just show you what they'd like
and remembering the happy things
feels less of petal and more of spike.
When you're reading hours every night
but only learning to lose your time.
And the typical "How'd you do?"
is sounding more like its own nursery rhyme.
When each thing is sort of senseless
but you're really just trying to learn
so you take hold of the granted top hat
and adorn your neighbors tree.
And you try a little harder
to see the who you're meant to be.