Paradox World

Sometimes at night

I fall into soft shadows

Because the way of the stray

Is to shelter from harm

Then the bread-truck is unloading

While the birds are calling

From perches above the boulevard

It’s like an algorithm remembering your favorite song

I’m ambivalent about sunlight

Like when these gridlocked cars

On narrow blocks sweat like battalions

Led by someone terribly wrong

And we’re in a paradox world

Someone love me into submission

A paradox world

Someone guide my hand in composing

This transmission

A paradox world

There’s always tomorrow until tomorrow

Paradox World

Time takes life, it doesn’t borrow

Now the flakes fall at twilight

With the streetlights turned on

It looks like static in my vision

Camouflages the crosswalk

No one asks if I’m lonely

They only stare like I don’t belong

They might find I have old music inside

If they ever wanted to talk

Is it the scythe or the hood?

Which they find so off-putting

Sometimes they run, others just turn white

As their outlines in chalk

It’s a paradox world

I have centuries of notes

It’s a paradox world

Full of promises and high hopes