Bouncing in Blue

Bouncing in blue And becoming the screw It turns me around But never loose New ways to strip It of its use My favorite illusionist Whether sleight of hand Or flick of the wrist I’ll never know just what I’ve missed Snaps those fingers And I don’t exist Is it giving up Or my right to refuse? Perfectly obstructed from view Thought no one lived there but maybe I do I built that house with only bones Shelters those dreams for which I’ve atoned A balcony to bask in the glow And furnished with things I control All surrender to the flood If you lie down make sure face up Float out and bathe In luxury From what’s owned my thoughts I’ve been freed Is it giving up Or my right to refuse If I don’t ask then how could I choose Then what I don’t need I won’t use