Prowess

Laughing at the clouds
I stumble on the cracks in the sidewalk
They get revenge
And the sympathetic birds do chirp for me
As I pass, then plotting my act
Melancholy chairs support your weight
The consequential burden
Of your insignificant prowess
Sink in my moat of red
That took me years to conjure up
I follow, you follow, and we continue on
These paths that lead us to nowhere
Except the location of the past
As time is infinite
These drifting footprints merely distract
You from the ever present cracks in your persona
You're cracking up
And ever so slightly I peer inside
Acidic blood diffuses swiftly in your stream
But trapped are the lies that disrupt your breathing
They constrict your movements
And I can't help but wonder if you're just pretending
Are you even listening?
My polyester skin holds onto heat as best it can
And the only sun within reach is your fingertip
But what I need is not what I want
And what you want is all that matters
Because need must take the backseat
As the world continues spinning
But if the spin does crawl and fade
These needs do drug and pave their way
To the top of the once nurtured agenda
Oh, tell me if it burns
Tell me if it hurts
Because my nerves are so advanced that they can feel
Just about anything
But alas, wood rots in rain
And this downpour raged so valiantly
If only to cause your throne to crumble
So tell me if it burns, dear thorn
Tell me if it burns