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