“Not Tonight”

Bending with the winds,

wishing for absolutes.

Swimming in and out of perfection.

Everyone’s avoiding connection.

All the while

craving undivided attention.

The sword cuts on both sides.

Moving to a punk groove.

Wait, we’re still breathing.

Some nights sleep for days.

This isn’t the stage we were assigned,

but hey, 

it’s warm under the spotlight.

Colors over my head 

hide the ugliness inside.

Make it so loud 

my bones shake.

The sound is a flood,

washes away 

all those feelings 

I’m not in the mood 

to face. 

Not tonight.