Bouncing in Blue

Bouncing in blue

And becoming the screw

It turns me around

But never loose

New ways to strip

It of its use

My favorite illusionist

Whether sleight of hand

Or flick of the wrist

I’ll never know just what I’ve missed

Snaps those fingers

And I don’t exist

Is it giving up

Or my right to refuse?

Perfectly obstructed from view

Thought no one lived there but maybe I do

I built that house with only bones

Shelters those dreams for which I’ve atoned

A balcony to bask in the glow

And furnished with things I control

All surrender to the flood

If you lie down make sure face up

Float out and bathe

In luxury

From what’s owned my thoughts

I’ve been freed

Is it giving up

Or my right to refuse

If I don’t ask then how could I choose

Then what I don’t need I won’t use