{stereo song.}

this is the edge and walking
over coals
used to be all there was to do
in the marshlands
in that valley.
you would think it hurts
but it's just a matter
of fine lines
and how hard you scream.
a fake pain face.

and in that valley
the warnings sing
with all its alarms
one might think the twisters
would come and eat you up
but they never do

this is the song that will be playing
while i'm waiting
always doing the right things
at the wrong time.
when i think it won't affect me

how much wine does it take
to keep a soul from sadness
what constitutes adulthood
or the opposite

everywhere ended displays
the unanticipated outcome
nothing is ever
what i had dreamed it would be
on innumerable nights
where i lie in bed
and made up stories
before sleep
just the little something
to keep me from truth