Past My Door

You say it's all your imagination

Should I just stand here or bury myself in your floor?

You say don't add to my frustration

Well, I didn't intend to linger at your door

Blackboard explanations and trial examinations

And temperature relations on the moon

The sleek car of invention, an afternoon of slight intention

The effects of some strong lesson learned too soon

Too late cries a melting, lonely snowman

Forget reminds a blackbird taking wing

Tomorrow whisper voices in the darkness

But the days go slowly molting past my door

I took a walk with you

The clouds were blue on the bottom and white on the top

We saw what one day could show

I wish that I would never have to stop

Up the walk cry vendors, Mrs. Black never remembers

A fire machine goes screaming through the night

Apartment house conceptions, the girl who paints deception

With the blurred-out recollection of delight

Stop her, slurs the constable in denims

What dare, relates the viewer from the blind

Whenever, says the upstairs Angelina

But the days go slowly molting past my door

You say it's only imagination

Should I just stand here or bury myself in your floor?

You say don't add to my frustration

But I didn't intend to linger at your door