Lyrics I Played Tag With My Shadow - 137

Daily
Stretching morn and night, to a week
I dance through daylight
And wait till shadow does, me, seek

Gold feels heavy as it sinks in the pocket
Takes a certain sheep to get the woolly black spool
You can ram some words in a stanza to make a profit
But ewe or ram on altar is needed to make a prophet

Mondegreen
Call me l-m-n-o
'Cause I make as much sense
As a laughing willow
But I still make cents
And ken price to be chosen
Talents can't be stored, thence
Piggy bank's broken

My Mama told me I would speak to the masses
Fast flies still drown, though, in molasses
Lucid, like the moment right after climax
My life's a stage, so when you shoot, make it IMAX

Spirit power provides and I pass it on like Edison
I pray that every verse is not a toxin rather medicine

Tomorrow's eve, I'll continue wrenching my dreams
From the firm grip of my pillow's polyester seams

No ink
On my flesh
'Cause I tattoo my intent
On my heart
And all soul
Can invent
Is embedded in my art
Every vent of my volcano is an outlet
My tellurian bowl catches heavenly droplets

Hear you're afraid as proposal does near
And apparently it's due to fact
That it could come suddenly
But what fear does arise
From surprise of blue skies
That is why I surmise
You don't see me as a similar prize

As we, the wedding, await
You asked my fears about marriage
The depth, of your unease
Is a weight, in my carriage

Me siento desasosiego, no ciego
Claramente veo tu incertidumbre

I could never put a ring on a reluctant finger
Only time I kneel is before the Blessed Sacrament
So when I kneel with a ring I hope she doesn't linger
On "yes" or "I do"
Or before walking down aisle
Seeing crocodile tears at most can make me crack a smile
This is sacramental business
Both parties need a license

Heard a sweet whisper, smelt soft incense
Felt a presence, afore seen, solely from distance

Water droplets and the tide
Grant the ocean's essence
Some clench a pipette
Some clenched by currents

Never would I trade tomorrow's agony
To live in the bliss of yesterday's ignorance

If you knew how close we each could be to heresy
Or to the archetype of Pharisee
You might struggle keeping self in countenance

With, my sins forgiven
And general peace eating bread unleavened
I shan't cower
From flesh, principalities, worriment, or the hour

Seek to empower, not power
I can make a whole feast
With the scraps dropped, from the table
I'm the kind of gardener who can pick the wallflower
I am feeling like protagonist inside a fable
But I can climb up
Without hair dropped from tower

Anyone calling me cute
Can pay me for the oxytocin
Ladders and chutes
In this game, I choose ascension

What sands are wet from dry clouds
Thank God for my invention