I’d wish to be the bastard who left the needle in too long. The one who sleeps with demons, butchering a love song. I could swim forever and not die. Creative even when the clockmaker says goodbye. I’ll never create the world that I wished for. The more I dream, the lies repeat. Lonesome should not foster hope, even when one wants to be reborn. I can accept my average, but I cannot live thinking I can be more. The gross pollution of love, pulling my thoughts to places only titans of the mind are adored. Believe! Believe! Till I get cast in the freak show alongside Humpty Dumpty and the Pied Piper a figure in time who thought safety was hiding outside the lies. The light inside is an exhausted firefly, held hostage in my never-ending search for meaning. Let it go. The stage is bare, because the wonder I held to me was nothing more than a clever boy who never got told his lifetime ends just as cold as any. One ending, another beginning.