Toy on a Milk House

To look for yarns and to look beyond

From your electricity and your city

Just a toy story in a toy shop

You chose motions while I chose music

Just another year in your makeshift calendar

Must be a sign must be a movement

We left our hearts in the end of movement one

Erasing away one another and the story

I had this dream, suddenly we stopped the dreaming

And focused on the culpability of dreams

That's one hell of an interpretation

You interpreted, I intrepid

Putting your music on loop on repeat

Kinda lost kinda out of there

Kinda out of this world to be honest

If I could change one thing, every thing

As if there ever is a thing

My figurehead out of water

And everybody is wearing dried lavender

On the pocket or their lapel

Don't want to stop dreaming

If I could change the way you move

Or the way you make my move

You wouldn't be you

I wouldn't do it again

You lied in waiting, long lives the wait line

You lied a little, little would you lie

Just another makeshift bobby head

In each ways we would approve, or pretend

To have approved not

By Aran Meredith

Edited by Northern

May 2024