Confession - Mayday

In some strangers house to the only open ear

You made your next confession

On these hot summer nights you have suffered delusions

Between the movie house and the drug store

You claim necessary fictions

In this train station town, were you meant to unravel?

You welcome home with open arms each returning soldier,

And try to convince them that nothing has changed

I know about your obsessions

I have held and fed them all

I know all about each one of your obsessions

Last of the late night/early morning confessions

In all these years you still haven’t

learned that a busy ant has no worries

No one can carry twice their own weight in despair

You love the sight of an audience attentive to your lil' sparrow

With a delicate chirp it reveals an imprisoned insight

You need to feel the weight of

release by spilling your guts to strangers

But you will always question the sincerity of their applause

I know all about your obsessions

I have held and fed them all

I know all about each one of your obsessions

Last of the late night/ early morning confessions