The Horizon Is Your Absinthe

You that cast your eyes
More easily on clouds
Than on faces
You that looks at days
Like travellers on trains
Like passersby
You don't know why
You have been cast
Into a shape
Others seem to recognise
It's not wise
To turn a lie
Into someone else's truth
You that had your eyes cast
You that makes dreams last
A little longer
Before you more fully wake up
Soaking up the warmth of the night
Into the frozen wastelands of day
In and out of bed
With regrets to spare
You that look above
Because you want to go beyond
You that dreams have more substance
Than you'd like to admit
You that have the horizon
As the eternal drug
Always further
After each look
Consuming you
In sweet promise of release
Captured by freedom
You roam between
Other prisoners
Those less likely to stare
At fleeting emptiness
You that stare at days
As if they were cats
At nights
As if they were dogs
You that find comfort
In other people's pets
You that try to look life in the eye
But feel blinded by it
You that try to eat all that you can eat
But feel hunger
Always
As ever
You that feel
Sometimes
You have not chosen to be who you are
And that you've always been this way
Or that
You choose who you are
And that everything keeps changing
All the time
Or that
You can't decide on the things you think
Because you think too much
And that's confusing
Right now
Right here
Or there
Or everywhere
You that think you are as free
As you are lost
When there's no one left in your head to hear it
You who tries to claim life a territory
To uncover
Discover
To honour
To relate over
Life is a circle
But you're out of shape
And all the time
Is too late
And, ah well,
You never did get time
On time
Any time
Soon
I'll be back
After I call you
I'll be back
With the latest news
Of the Universe Emporium
We take dreams for granted
And souls as confirmation
Pin number please
Press the digits
Take the score
Know where you've left your bicycle
Your neighbours names
People you've forgotten
Because you never knew them
I take it there's still hope for you
don't worry, you don't need to feel it
We ship it anyway
Through dreams of frozen rain
The horizon is your absinthe
Mine is the rain
I'll get sober now
And stare at the pavement like the rest