strange show of happiness

maybe - you're - wrong,
said the man to the mirror,
inside skull static,
swimming through the instinct,
the impulse,
wondering at how they eat each other,
even if the definition is a circle thought

not - yet,
voice bouncing off the metamorphic jag,
don't go on tryin' to fake the fact that you ain't got it in your hand,
even if you can get it soon,
you do not have it in your hand,
yet,
not - yet

follow the sun through the ice crystal air flow,
even winter's got a rainbow,
like bloodhound sniffing and snorting his way to the answer,
i might be dumb in a hundred different ways,
might spend alotta life in confusion clouds,
might go on rubix cubing without ever figuring it out,
but dammit all if i'm not gonna try

spin twisting the square face,
click flipping the color trace,
puzzle place and cheap perfume,
in the parallel apologies,
analogous apathy,
waiting for the birds to come back