Weightless

Outside just killing time and making noise And outside the daylight comes, the daylight goes and weightless Affairs that weigh less always make no stairways just stairs, goes no where Climbing from over stimulated states to hearing Cold radio and licenses plates but don’t dream, That is a dream it is what it seems That is a dream it is what it seems Behind every desire is another one waiting to be liberated when the first ones sated Water skiing, the waters hot, the waters soft You act nice, a black birthday card I threw it away Correct life, is like eating steel or flying a plane It’s too bright, it’s too bright Outside just killing time and making noise And outside the daylight comes, the daylight goes and weightless Affairs that weigh less always make no stairways, just stairs, goes no where Climbing from over stimulated states to hearing Cold radio and licenses plates but don’t dream, That is a dream it is what it seems That is a dream it is what it seems Why do black hats hide behind each others backs all the time? Behind every desire is another one waiting to be liberated when the first ones sated