Head Spins

All the rumors, they seem true

But he retains the same way of thinking

But if ignorance is bliss, why does he feel the opposite?

He can only sleep well through the night if it’s cold

How fitting, since living his life in the same sort of fashion is what he tends to do

Watch him fake his smile too


You know he, would be fine, without you in his life

From time to time, he breaks free, but along then falls the night

Silently hoping’s a rough form of coping, as isolation grows

His head spins, his eyes open, but only just for show

Only just for show


Far across the plain there stands a statue

It’s wide awake, but crumbles when the sun

Rises and the day it holds no virtue

When rubble turns to grain it is not gone


You know he, would be fine, without you