A tentacled masculine life
Of backyards and meat
Grass tidy and neat
You found yourself a wife
Is it all so toxic
If you found peace
In a role call
To feed and heat
Not for you
Yes for me
It just ain’t me babe
In this we’re not the same
Maybe the only life I’ll lead
Is of anonymity and femininity
When a droplet of reality
Disturbs these glasslike waters
The entire surface dances
Shaken from peace to turmoil
Awakening from slumber
Is that ever a negative?
For better or for worse
You’re made alive
Quickened to moving and breathing
From stagnation to stirring
Given new vistas
New ways to view what’s old
Rekindled from long-cold coals
Roll yourself in that blanket
One more time
There’s nothing wrong with childish joy
You drive around the block
Hoping things will change
But she’s still not home
You travel the world
You’re in tune with the wonders
But do you know yourself?
We’re all turning
Rotating
Spinning
Out of control
Or into it
Life is a circle
Repeats itself
Repeats itself
Repeats
Until it breaks
A flat tire
On the last stretch of road
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