Unintentional Isolation

For Marilyn and Pete have the perfect love

For they're not really drawn to each other

Oh cure my soul with a special need

One that a rose can absolutely appreciate

For I am not married...yet would I like to be?

A revolving nature erupts

Where are my moments of solitude

When my mind is running?

Oh where is Peter Pan when I need him?

I can fly, I can fly, I can fly;

As I explore the depths

Of my open consciousness,

I find myself quite heightened

Oh the wonderful clarity

That jumps from the walls,

I find myself in constant petals

Oh what revolving consciousness

Opens up the sky?

For I am completely fruitless to the fact

That Marilyn and Pete

Aren't real people--

For they are a child of demise

Leeching...

In such revelry, the books are misled

By evil demons

And their sultry bread

For Marilyn and Pete

Are dead;

I realize what I am walking into

Exposing truths that were once lies

I find no place to hide

When I am out in the world,

But inside

I am safe...

With wedding rings and fake leeches

I've come to discover one thing;

That the brightest rose will never remember

The marriage it once had,

Oh daddy...daddy

Where are you when I need you?

For mommy is swimming

Without a life jacket.

Oh Marilyn and Pete

If your marriage is real,

Why do you volunteer

Just to play pretend?

For noble faces don't matter anymore...

It's the presence that's just as deceiving.