Something familiar
Caught in a smoke screen
Locked in a mirror
Swallowed the key
Bound by a ceiling
Inside an aviary filled with memories set free

Buried the day glow
Under the willow
Mind’s eye in shadow
We saw the same ghost

Tasting September
Cinnamon cherry
I can’t remember
What I can’t see
It’s arbitrary
At the will of chemicals that rule my sanity

Buried the day glow
Under the willow
Mind’s eye in shadow
We saw the same ghost

Luminous eclipse superstitious static at night
I’ve got my lucky penny, library book and planets aligned
Like alchemy

And I feel kaleidoscope premonitions fragmenting time
And see a movie screen
A scene from a dream playing in rewind
It’s imaginary

Buried the day glow
Under the willow
Mind’s eye in shadow
We saw the same ghost

Wind becoming stone
Bowing wishes from my eyelash
Can all that I'm forgetting erase me