In My Heart It Was So Real

Back into the swing of things
Back into the throes of obsession
If this bird ever had wings
The cage around it is infatuation

Just wanted to talk the hard talk
That I can be alone and free
It's impossible to walk the real walk
And deny myself my needs

There's a rock on my back
Emotions compressed over time
I don't know how to crack
And follow the fault lines

Enough fingerprints on keyboards
Enough recantations in the dark
Pain and coping is what life's for
Sometimes it's vague, sometimes stark

The Dog and its Reflection

Business transactions do nothing for the soul
Drowning it in schedules and meetings
Underneath white shirts and ironed ties
The childish heart that wants to fly

Name checks, awareness, subliminal
Advertising, but what other route
Is there in a competition?
There can be no completion

When battles are won, prizes lose
All allure, when wants are met
The needs seem so irrational
Magic lives in the unobtainable