in something like
love at least in
my imagination
where the wild things
roam I’ve lost my
head and a barfight
I’ve gone out
like a candleflame
I’ve gone out
during a riot
where a mob
of people lost
their heads
I’ve tried to help
them look but they
didn’t like my face
and I didn’t like
their masks
I’ve put my hands
where you can see
that I’m just trying
to find my way back
to a world I may have
imagined where love
waits for me and yells
telling me to get up