Sidereal

love in three verses

I

I don’t really know you, but things seem to be going well

Things are driving on smooth sails, from what I can tell

Friend of a friend, but you never had to go through

The detailed nitpicking tests that my mind invented

Instantly I grow to you, let you inside

The crazy hamster-wheel that is my psychedelic mind

From the first few minutes, I can call you a close friend

Even though I’ve known you a few weeks, I can tell you this friendship will never end

 

[But things began to change, things began to change

Things began to formulate themselves into something strange

Something foreign, yet something I feel accustomed to

But the feelings arise only when I look at you

The feelings begin to scare me, turn me anxious, turn me nervous

And I wonder what kind of present the golden platter’ll serve us

My hopes are high, yet I still have the notion that I’ll be left hung out dry

I guess the only way I’ll ever know is by the wind in the sky]

II

 

Several months pass by and I see you’ve found a guy

Normally I’d feel hurt, but I just don’t know why

There’s something inside of me that feels slightly satisfied

So much so that the possibility of romance has welled up dry

I see you two and smile, at least for a while

Until I learn of what he did to you, the act so nauseously vile

My fist clench in furious rage like a tiger born and raised in a nine-by-five cage

These new emotions, so dark and strange

I don’t know if I can physically or mentally comprehend the sight that I gaze

I want to make him pay in the most horrific and humiliating way

That’ll make him run six ways from Sunday

In the meantime, the old feelings emerge, that someday

You’ll discover the same ones and love me

 

[But things began to change, things began to change

Things began to formulate themselves into something strange

Something foreign, yet something I feel accustomed to

But the feelings arise only when I look at you

The feelings begin to scare me, turn me anxious, turn me nervous

And I wonder what kind of present the golden platter’ll serve us

My hopes are high, yet I still have the notion that I’ll be left hung out dry

I guess the only way I’ll ever know is by the wind in the sky]

 

III

More months elapsed, this time I’m the one bereaved of love

A fairytale romance run short, my heart now cooking on a cold stove

Everyone I see reminds me of the only thing I ever really wanted

But now that it’s gone my ambition’s cold, my heart’s stunted

Then I see you, sitting across the table from me

And I imagine again what our perfect life would be

Better than a fairytale, better than surfer’s perfect swell

The only way to go is up, at least that’s what I can tell

But I’m afraid of sacrificing the friendship we formulated

To become a couple in the movies, but my mind is still infatuated

So much so that it trumps my sense of dire logic

I want something to replace the former"so immensely robotic

That I don’t even think it counts, entirely non-erotic

What will happen"that’ll be spot on

Like the beautiful paintings that Norman Rockwell had drawn

I may be wrong but I’ll give it hell

The future’s only a friend

 As far as I can tell