Lilypad

simple things don’t happen quick—ly
daydreams fade and daytime slips
i once read the news like you
novels, clocks, and dreams too
talking through a megaphone
'cross a plain to arizon—a
i’m so glad i’m all alone
tracing words in dirt
(are you a story?)
like a single cell
(why it’s staged this way)
split like hell, you wonder why it’s staged this way
falling back down from the sky
counting clouds and reading signs
simple things take so much time
float back up to me again
(are you a story?)
like a single cell
(why it’s staged this way)
split like hell, you wonder why it’s staged this way
lilypad, it’s sink or swim
when little fish nip at your stem
blue around, but green within
float back up to me again
want to be
everybody
I Know