Chromatics

Sometimes the sun is so strong
That I melt down to juice
Swimming myself
In a sticky red pool on the floor

So full of joy
I could burst into Chromatic flame
So beautiful
That I know that I need nothing more

Like a bullet
From muzzle to marrow
We pass through this life
And from cradle to grave
We are lost and confused and deranged

Bombarded by beauty
Belittled and honored and loved
I hope that we get to do it all over again

And when the night comes on
All of us go down quiet eventually
No more worries or cares
Nothing is left
But should we wake up
Warm down in our mother's arms
Listening for radio burst static
That tells us who we are
Are we lonely or not?
Is this thing that we've got worth the risk?
Do we dare to speak up where our true hearts
Like tasteless saltines?
All these infernal ladders to nowhere
Detract from the light
Is it courage I lack
Or a sense of direction in life?

For when the night comes on
All of us go down quiet eventually
No more worries or cares
Nothing is left
But should we wake up
Warm down in our mother's womb
Listening for radio burst static
That tells us who we are

And we will smile and fade
Into the break of day
A tunnel of light
That first desperate cry
Something is good
Just out of sight
Voice in the dark