Listening to: Weak for the Man - Carla Cook
Silhouettes of color that stock me
In response to what I cannot see
Images of feelings,
And feelings of images
At times I know, those times a rare
Why not then? But why now?
Images of feelings
And feelings of images
The reeling of the real
While I ask here now
These images, these feelings
Those images, those feelings
Should I reel the real
Or should I just deal?
Because the images of the feelings
Are just reeling the feelings of the images
Are these images real?
Are these feelings real?
Or am I just an image of what I feel?
