Waifs & Strays

I Prune trees until they bleed
Cut until I look well achieved
I braid a mask of leaves
Fight to find the balance in between
The expectations and conditions
Melt two blades into one
There is line, a mark where mist turns to clouds
When I find it I’ll place a cut, split my spine in half
There is a hook on which a rope to me is tied
When I find it I’ll cut myself loose
For seven years in spheres of glass, aiming reflections in to dust,
we’ve emptied our trust
Will a kid dare to trust his visions if no one tells him that he can,
undrape jewels in his eyes
There is line, a mark where mist turns to clouds
When I find it I’ll place a cut, split my spine in half
There is a hook on which a rope to me is tied
When I find it I’ll cut myself loose
We’re cold, lone and deceitful to our kind
Estranged wild dogs left behind, hunting reflections of the sun
I Prune trees until they bleed
Cut until I look well achieved
I braid a mask of leaves