I Feel You

I feel like smoke String vibrating in the mist A joke violating when the punch line hits A song Right when you start singing along Like ripples in the pond Like pickles in the jar Like fog Couldn't see me with your lights on Never gaining on that path, oh no, gravity gone Rather as strong, grabbing me on word longer beyond an ominous calm my cognizance blurred like lines of a poem drawn with the mind of its own I feel like that I feel like (aah) I ain’t ever comin' back I feel like tar Dinosaur bones inside my heart Trumpets and trombones and orchestras in the dark I feel like rain Everything has [suffered] in the same Cracks in sidewalks, silence between aims Like ash Long after the fire flames pass When the fighter planes crash And the souls that remain dash I feel like all these things the same I know that all these things will change I feel like a plastic bag flying through the night Despite way over eyelids and sci-fi sights Like a tike, introduced to sugar induced spikes Passed his bedtime, contradicting parental advice Like "I" is a word that is blurred in its meaning And "Why?" is never heard like the world is intervening (I i i i i...) I Feel a rhyme with a reason Even if the saying says otherwise I feel like dust, connected by a static that i trust Lust, hungry for an existential touch (Must I i i i i...) Anything at all, the biggest thing in life on the scale is very small I feel like, knowledge itself, intangible and eery Like I'm screaming at the people but no one can even hear me (I i i i i...) I feel like all these things the same I know that all these things will change I feel