You are a cliffhanger. I broke it off with you before you could give your reply. I change the metaphor. The sight of your makes my eyes sore. You're out of sight now leave my mind. Time travel was created by the brokenhearted. Silent answers say enough. Soft, faint wisdom breaths. And if you listen close you can almost touch it. And if you feel that key and it's lack of rust, it's gold will stay. A spirit cure you can trust. Silent answers play it by ear.
Copyright pending 2017 Robert Mazzola "Pick You Up"

Change The Metaphor.WAV

Off the album  of same name, "Pick You Up" available at http://vibedeck.com/robertmazzola 
PICK YOU UP
I pick you up. Just like I always do. I pick you up. I pick you. That's why you're held down, just to breath. You got to push back on gravity. You can't sacrifice your sanity for the vanity. You can't sacrifice your sanity for the job. Just about enough time to travel back to when my relatives were younger and free from most responsibilities. Now I see how they acted, see how they were, see what they encountered.

Pick You Up.WAV

Copyright pending 2017 Robert Mazzola "Pick You Up"

How Much Is Trust Worth.WAV

She Should Go For You.WAV

from the upcoming release "FLOATING HEAD MAN"
Begin from a constant consistency. Feathers blowing toward the beehive. Existence merely wiped away at night when I dream. New stories and confused minds to haunt them with mystery that rots to a fear display. There in a hot air balloon trying to balance and wait but the urge to explode just makes you tamper with fate. A look over the edge and you think back to last night. A dream so dark your eyes would glow and no sounds to behold. The darkest dream awakens you to your dreaming. You are lucid, now you choose it now. It's bright now, no need to balance, you understand, everything's begun. Just like firing a gun. But that is the constant one. If you are, by definition, a creator, then your existence is made up of creations and creation creations, creation reactions, occasional destruction, accidental collisions, unfortunate corruptions, and compromised compromises.
Copyright pending 2018 Robert Mazzola "Floating Head Man"

The Darkest Dream.WAV

Storm.WAV

ALWAYS SO CLOSE
You didn't mean to but you put my fire out and now there's smoke and it's bad for your breathing and I have to wait for this wood to dry. Dry your eyes. There's no need to cry. I can hear you. You're in good company, so please drop the misery. I'm always so close to you. 
Copyright pending 2018 Robert Mazzola "Floating Head Man Ends Evil"

Always So Close

If they like us enough, then they'll let us have our monopoly and they won't assume we've covered every base. We go to them for a laugh and catharsis, a thrill or the artist. If they like us enough then they'll obey our ideology. And they won't assume they trust us like we are gods. We go to them for advice and opinion, a style or a motto, nonsense or a test, a way of life.
Copyright pending 2018 Robert Mazzola "Floating Head Man Ends Evil"