Torn From the Pages of My Heart
Skies Aflutter
being under a magnifying lens
isn't as fun as being over it
suddenly you realize...
claustrophobia... minus the walls
the north pole tips to become the
south pole
and you end up locked in
the clashing gravitation
of stay, squeak, and flee
internal organs jumbled in confusion
brain still processing for the right reaction
above, skies aflutter
below, raging seawater
you don't know which was doing the pull
and which was doing the push
and if the skies are really meant to be above
or is it the sea being torn away from its hub
deep breath in palpitation. the party's in motion
where's peace? where's quiet?
but like what they say, "hit panic button!"
isn't as fun as being over it
suddenly you realize...
claustrophobia... minus the walls
the north pole tips to become the
south pole
and you end up locked in
the clashing gravitation
of stay, squeak, and flee
internal organs jumbled in confusion
brain still processing for the right reaction
above, skies aflutter
below, raging seawater
you don't know which was doing the pull
and which was doing the push
and if the skies are really meant to be above
or is it the sea being torn away from its hub
deep breath in palpitation. the party's in motion
where's peace? where's quiet?
but like what they say, "hit panic button!"
