Same

Same
Didn’t think that it would make me wonder,
That’s the way I tend to be
You found a better way to steal my thunder
In a momentary dream
where all the lights attempt to free my weight.
I’m running dry
If only I could stay the same
And I can’t sing ordinary things
I think in the morning I’m willing to proceed
Blinded, branded
Something else that I wish she said
Finding something beautiful when I make my bed
So is it failing?
Nothing left to bring
I think in the morning
I’m willing to proceed
but if I can’t pick a lane
for many more melodies,
then it’s a bad comedy.
It never occurred to me
I didn’t think that it would make me wonder.