Medium Delirium

He says I am bound by rules of my own construction. He’s right – I probably should learn to live a little. If I were to paint an ideal portrait of myself it would look a lot like Patti Smith, and yet I live instead like I were a member of a classical orchestra, starched stiff into a suit with some large string instrument wedged between my thighs.

Verse 1
I could tell you I’m ok
or I could tell the truth
that I’ve been watching the clouds
for one that looks like you.

Verse 2
I could tell the time of day
or I could tell the truth
and admit that for me
it stopped when I met you.