reality teases me as it becomes
extremely obvious and plain to see
that you and me will never be
so lock up your little heart baby
then throw away that key
then burn away these blueprints
and leave absolutely no hints
scrub, brush and wash away today
leaving absolutely no explanation
for these chromatic abberations
distorted shades of blue and grey
as clouds contort, fuse and shift
those divine secrets they convey
steadfast in overcast sky labyrinths
you daydream in digital
and this fog is analog
reckless with these riddles
but thoughts stay heavily guarded
if we started broken hearted
i think we should just quit
