Serial Plans

Maybe
For a time
I might’ve thought
I was something
But I’m not

I feel
The magnetics
There’s a current
Somewhere invisible
Pulling specially

My ideas feel like
They’re indépendant

Colonizing material
Taking position
Over my valuable
Mental real estate

We clean
Up great
Could eat off
These walls

There’s been talking
People saying
They might
Put a park In
Wouldn’t that
Be Something

Every moment
Could be cataclysmic
Serial plans
Around a table
They call
Our life
Extraordinary
How ordinary
Fucked up becomes
At the end
Of the day
We’re still
In love

How are
We expecting
To be alright
With everything lacking
Staying in
The boundaries
Waiting for
New stories