Dead beat dad
Enlightened
- Mar 5, 2019
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Doors of possibility open, an opportunity taken and a good decision made. We feel at peace with the lingering background darkness.
We hum along, dance in the kitchen to a song in our ear. We are high, the sense that we can end it when we chose gives us power over our demons.
We dance a little more energetically and sing a little more carefree.
But that place will always be there waiting.
It knows that the door won't stay open for ever.
If fact maybe it was opened as a deliberate cruel trick, to make you dance. DANCE MONKEY!
Maybe just take a little more, try a little harder, hold out for one more, minute, hour, day.
The door slams shut. A recurring theme, it reverberates around you, the music and light that carried that infinite possibly is now poison in your ears, but there is no turning it off.
You turn to night, you look for some solace, some reprieve, just an off button in the form of sleep.
And it will come, but not before anything good in you has been stripped out and flung against that locked door and lies in a heap on the floor.
You wake, you pick it up and put it on, the light shines, the door opens and the music plays.
You dance, just a bit more hatefully than the day before.
Rinse
We hum along, dance in the kitchen to a song in our ear. We are high, the sense that we can end it when we chose gives us power over our demons.
We dance a little more energetically and sing a little more carefree.
But that place will always be there waiting.
It knows that the door won't stay open for ever.
If fact maybe it was opened as a deliberate cruel trick, to make you dance. DANCE MONKEY!
Maybe just take a little more, try a little harder, hold out for one more, minute, hour, day.
The door slams shut. A recurring theme, it reverberates around you, the music and light that carried that infinite possibly is now poison in your ears, but there is no turning it off.
You turn to night, you look for some solace, some reprieve, just an off button in the form of sleep.
And it will come, but not before anything good in you has been stripped out and flung against that locked door and lies in a heap on the floor.
You wake, you pick it up and put it on, the light shines, the door opens and the music plays.
You dance, just a bit more hatefully than the day before.
Rinse
