I Am That HouseThe moon is out of tune, chords of discord screech and sighI Am That House1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
I’m blown by the winds of change like a leaf, helpless
The stars have all gone mad, they gallop across the sky
Like a herd of wild creatures chased by the day
Sun and moon, they rise and fall in fast-forward motion
The hands of the clock swing wildly around its face
I’ve brought nothing to the table, I stand naked at the feast
Hoping hungrily for a scrap from those who eat
An old house whose paint has long been weathered away
Stands silently waiting for the bulldozers to come
Burned by summer sun and chilled by winter moon
Windows break as night plays leapfrog with the day
A leaf, a house, inside, outside; what do I speak of?
The lines are not harmonious, they trip over themselves
The confusion and discord paint the proper picture
Nothing is in coherent form; the world is flat, with monsters at its edges
(Do you feel anxious, unsatisfied, a little confused?
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