Choosing finer things for life than diving off the cliff at night
and this is how you choose
angling and moving in, the posturing with all things light
and this is how you lose
fill the circle black and white and make a wish with all your might
but still you are confused
I color in your eye, a solid dot black like the sky tonight
and this is how I choose
Rest rest rest, and go go go, faster faster, and you find that
sometimes things are best kept slow
Test connection, truth convection, people never really mind
if you get it wrong, you know
Next I’m ready with a pen, but not a pad to lay the line
to record your brow and nose
I did my best, we both showed up, stood and sat and drank the wine
the conversation ebbed and flowed
I color in your eye, the right and not the left, I hope that’s fine
I’ll fill the left at my last show
