(didntgetthememo)

One O'clock.
Dark out the street lights are screaming so quietly you'd think no one could hear.
Humming tunes as I walk. The sky is pale navy purple. Closed up like a flower trapping a fly.
No stars out tonight. I couldn't care less. Its errie and surreal like living inside a dome.
A film projector running on loop, there is no one to turn it off. No ones home.
Did we miss the note he left on the kitchen counter.

Dear you,
Its up to you now. This responsibility its yours. Don't muck this up with neon lights and campy faux paradise trees. You'll see I built you full of cliche, we don't need you going out and adding anymore of it on your own. There are things much more important. You have to learn to focus. This is a painting not a playground. Try not to dissapoint. I'll see you on the other side.

One thirthy two

Crossing gaurd lights are sleeping with distance between them.
They work to warn but never seem to get along. Unless there is a job that needs to be done they don't bother extending there arms. Funny how we just sit and wait while they argue and flail. No one does anything these days unless it comes to blows anyways.
So ill keep walking. Somewhere out there theres a home waiting for someone like me. A pretty wife and a pair of kids. I heard it somewhere in a song, on the radio or maybe I was told in a one way conversation with a strange TV. We never did get along him and me. He just kept talking. No one stops to listen these days.
Did we miss the note. Mabye it didn't have a sticky strip. It fell in, down behind the microwave. It's under the couch or lost in a pile of video games an DVD's

You need some dark, a little quiet once and a while.
Sooner or later you'll remember how to feel? It dosn't work that way you have to try. Give it a little elbow grease. Remember the last time we said we would just let things be. They didn't exactly work out the way you thought they would did they. This apathy it never plays. Dig down deep and be still, you know the things you have to do. It was never them that put you up to it. That history well son that was still you acting up. Thats the beauty in this fish bowl there is no where you can hide. Nowhere to go. So make that descision. What are the kids saying these days "Thats how we roll"
This is a painting not a playground. I'll see you on the other side. Do better than your best. I know you'll try not to dissapoint.

Four thirty and the sun's rising on a fresh new day.
Still standing up right still making our way.