La lo

I woke up inside a sentence
That forgot how to end
My pillow was giving interviews
About being my friend
The ceiling learned my fingerprints
And started calling my name
While chairs were voting quietly
On who should feel ashamed
My coffee stared straight through me
Like it knew what I’d done
It said “Relax, we’re fictional
None of this has begun”

The walls inhale, the floors exhale
The day puts on my face
I tried to stand outside myself
But missed the time and place

La-la-loo, the moon is tired
Of hanging in the sky
Boom-ba-bam, my thoughts are wired
To reasons asking “why?”
La-la-loo, don’t fix the truth
It leaks when you explain
Boom-ba-bam, I lost my youth
In yesterday’s refrain

My shadow filed a complaint
Said I walk wrong in light
The mirror changed its accent
Every single night
A traffic sign whispered secrets
To a shoe without a sole
Meanwhile my expectations
Were renting out my soul
I tried to Google silence
But it answered back with noise
And all my inner children
Were extremely disappointed boys

La-la-loo, the moon is tired
Of hanging in the sky
Boom-ba-bam, my thoughts are wired
To reasons asking “why?”

Tick-tock cried the calendar
Then apologized twice
Reality said “Trust me”
Which was terribly unwise
If meaning knocks politely
Pretend you’re not at home
It hates to be discovered
And prefers to roam

La… la… loo…
I folded time into a chair
Boom… ba… bam…
And sat down somewhere near nowhere

Amapiano relaxing, Spanish guitar