I Played Tag With My Shadow Lyrics

Daily

Stretching morn and night, to a week

I dance through daylight

And wait till shadow does, me, seek

Gold feels heavy as it sinks in the pocket

Takes a certain sheep to get the woolly black spool

You can ram some words in a stanza to make a profit

But ewe or ram on altar is needed to make a prophet

Mondegreen

Call me l-m-n-o

'Cause I make as much sense

As a laughing willow

But I still make cents

And ken price to be chosen

Talents can't be stored, thence

Piggy bank's broken

My Mama told me I would speak to the masses

Fast flies still drown, though, in molasses

Lucid, like the moment right after climax

My life's a stage, so when you shoot, make it IMAX

Spirit power provides and I pass it on like Edison

I pray that every verse is not a toxin rather medicine

Tomorrow's eve, I'll continue wrenching my dreams

From the firm grip of my pillow's polyester seams

No ink

On my flesh

'Cause I tattoo my intent

On my heart

And all soul

Can invent

Is embedded in my art

Every vent of my volcano is an outlet

My tellurian bowl catches heavenly droplets

Hear you're afraid as proposal does near

And apparently it's due to fact

That it could come suddenly

But what fear does arise

From surprise of blue skies

That is why I surmise

You don't see me as a similar prize

As we, the wedding, await

You asked my fears about marriage

The depth, of your unease

Is a weight, in my carriage

Me siento desasosiego, no ciego

Claramente veo tu incertidumbre

I could never put a ring on a reluctant finger

Only time I kneel is before the Blessed Sacrament

So when I kneel with a ring I hope she doesn't linger

On "yes" or "I do"

Or before walking down aisle

Seeing crocodile tears at most can make me crack a smile

This is sacramental business

Both parties need a license

Heard a sweet whisper, smelt soft incense

Felt a presence, afore seen, solely from distance

Water droplets and the tide

Grant the ocean's essence

Some clench a pipette

Some clenched by currents

Never would I trade tomorrow's agony

To live in the bliss of yesterday's ignorance

If you knew how close we each could be to heresy

Or to the archetype of Pharisee

You might struggle keeping self in countenance

With, my sins forgiven

And general peace eating bread unleavened

I shan't cower

From flesh, principalities, worriment, or the hour

Seek to empower, not power

I can make a whole feast

With the scraps dropped, from the table

I'm the kind of gardener who can pick the wallflower

I am feeling like protagonist inside a fable

But I can climb up

Without hair dropped from tower

Anyone calling me cute

Can pay me for the oxytocin

Ladders and chutes

In this game, I choose ascension

What sands are wet from dry clouds

Thank God for my invention