Snowflakes

I'm moving your mental feet

In complex dances and jigs

I'll loosen up your consciousness

Like a syrup of figs

It's time to emerge from camouflage leaves and twigs

Time to throw the fake noses and fright wigs

Time to face the music

No more metaphor

Time to decide your fate

Will you be cooked or go raw

Will you be

Rare and bloody with your soul exposed

Or well done

a charcoal surface with your insides froze

and do you feel fear

as you hear

another door close

or will you just turn away

and flow where the wind blows

and are you still satisfied with the pathways you chose

or would you like to go back

and rewrite the old prose

Do you count the flakes

When it snows

And can you feel the heat

or only the afterglows

Do you count the flakes

When it snows

Does your life sometimes feel like one big fake orgasm

A gut reaction

Instinctive spasm

in the chasm

And do your problems metamorphose

into rubiks cubes

Keep twisting and turning

Becoming more confused

Do you sometimes feel

like you've been used and abused

Your not visibly black and blue

But on the inside bruised

And does your love life

leave you feeling kinda bemused

You've played all the games

And you're no longer amused

Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through a pain of glass

I can see your mouth move but can't hear the wo