this is the song i’m writing
to avoid the other one
i would if i could
but i’d only ruin it
here i’ll sing of elsewhere
or something about a horse
yadada yadada
blah blah blah
dreams, delusions, reveries
reality hammers them all
and cheap imitations
don’t come for free
i’d rather dance on the edge
of this blue, twisted steel
than dream up a world
that negates your touch
bhagiti 5.30.07 toledo, oh