The Fears of a Dilettante - Kilo Kish

Through the screen

Through the bar

Through the cement fence out back

I can see

Through your yard

And a few miles beyond that

Lego trees

Planted so closely

It doesn’t make much sense

Spacially, but i can see

They grow according to plan

All the doors

Screened and barred

For whatever happens next

And they painted them all

With a shade

That is one less

Than cheerful

Some muted pink

Or muted green

Too much cool grey

Here for me

Seeing what i wanna see

At times i only notice like

The death in things

The brown spots on bananas

And my fears are only

Ripening

Sometimes i don’t even notice

When its happening, happening

I’m afraid i’ll miss all these days again

I’m afraid i’ll never change

Who i am

Don’t be confused

You should take my thoughts

In spite of me

And my picture perfect qualities

I’m just a photogenic wannabe

(it's true)

The gardener blows around the yard

Picking up the mess

Kicking up our dirt instead

Not rooted in the ground

I’m blowing away like

I’m blowing away like

I’m blowing up inside

Blowing today like

I’m blowing the good life

I’m blowing up inside

I’m blowing today like

I’m blowing the good life

I’m blowing the good life

I’m blowing the good life

I’m blowing the good life

I’m blowing the good life

(good life)

Good life

A good life here

A good life

I have a good life!

I have a good life!

I have a good life!

I have a good life!

I have a good life!

I have a good life!

Here

I think i’m

A little strange at times

I think i

Need to step away sometimes

I think i

Feel so misplaced at times

I think i need a little space

Sometimes

Well i don’t know

Don’t know

Don’t know

Where to go

That’s life

I suppose

I made friends with the bar man

He put me in a coffin

Coming here so often

Had a clue but i lost it