Whistle to the Tune of Free

It's a beat fast,

A minute.

Like a clap. Clap.

And I know that I'm running with it,

running and running until I'm watching the scene whip by.

I think in my mind, if I close it, I can hear the beat 'blip' and 'bollip'.

Lingering on until a wry smile sort of slivers across my lips, like a snake caught up in a tree.

"I know if I open my eyes, reality will lay bare to me..."

But who cares what it feels like to be dead,

when the world is giving me a lead on ahead in the melody of this song.

Hell! I can scream and laugh, kick my legs until I'm singing like I'm a choreographed puppet meant to clap on beat. Clap.

Here, the beat repeats in my head,

but not like those fucking songs that stick.

It's through and through, and the melody ended but repeats clearly in my head.

"I know if I open my eyes, reality will bleed away."

I can fall into the non-reality, and still feel the air whistle around my ears.

He's singing a song again,

singing of somewhere else...

But it doesn't matter what's in his head, he's in my head.

Melodies of his emotions long since drafted,

creating realities where I know I can drift in...

"I know if I can..."

Open my eyes.

"Open. Open. Open."

Hahahaha-

Melodies.

Like some sort of sick play on the pain of what it means to be alive.

I know.

"I know it can be the melody lingering on."

Like a joke about suicide, the meaning passes, and we go on after the melody long ends.