Dark Shadows Are Dancing

Dark shadows are dancing Around my bed tonight This night’s been a mixture Of what is good and what seems bad Tonight’s been transcendent And I’m alone in my room again. The glow of the lamp sprawls out across my empty desk And creeps over the surface of the brown, fake wood, Gradually dimming, decreasing, decaying. Tonight’s been a night of thoughts and I’m too tired to think. Tomorrow’s another day that will also soon go away I’m too tired to want to play, to write, to watch tv. Too drained and confused to see what is bothering me The shadows and the light and the mixture of the three Cannot be understood so easily, not at all unlike the concepts of geometry. Geometry came easy to me, because it made no sense. Let’s look at a bunch of silly shapes and mash them together. When told to paint a picture of your abode My classmates showed off their woodworking skills And talent at depicting botany. Floral motifs crowded the walls of the halls And I’m tired of seeing all those two-eyed, closed fisted replicas. My abode was a series of color splotches, sometimes, often, but not always, Fitted to a particular shape, not readily exemplifying anything that’s real. There’s a shadow a hundred miles stretching Between me and concert, where I don’t want to go. I don’t want to celebrate or make noise. There’s a light A hundred miles between me and humanity But it’s intersecting, perpendicular madness cannot benefit, only digress There’s a hundred miles between me and something, it’s somewhere I don’t want to be. Don’t take me home and don’t sing me prayers, I can’t hear lullabies, Even under compassionate stares.