crumpets

Star dirt conceals me
Everything will be alright,
But sometimes I can't breathe,
or eat or sleep at night.
I'm trying to move myself,
trying to de-program the mess.
Hiding to boycott help,
and get inside my head.
Daisy's are home grown,
In a world of maniacs.
And we call it home,
But its home we lack.
We're all energy,
I just can't see mine.
I don't mean to expect anything,
but to pass time.
I curl the tidle wave,
That wipes a city clean and dirty.
those I miss, I save,
Those I save aren't perfect.

cuddles and kisses,
Or violence and blisters?
encouragement and comfort,
Or solitary confinement?
a bedtime story and a kiss on the cheek,
Or a bare mattress and a plastic sheet?
affection and praise,
or wrath, temper and threatening breath to face?

a lifetime of pain,
change and my own mind,
Short on both again?
Leave your jewels behind
Ive no quarrel alone,
And crumble under affection,
but what would I know,
without a sense of direction?
Rain clouds in the rooftops,
We wonder far too much.
A million galaxies in a box,
Can't decipher this lack of love