The blanks need more definition
And I can’t fill in anything without your permission
You could say I need you like a watch needs batteries
And in times of turmoil I’d like to be able to escape with ease.
If we could turn it all around and rearrange this room
Then get some better lighting in here, the flowers may bloom
If we just open some windows because the air is too stuffy
Maybe I can sort through the debris and figure out if you really love me.
It has an attic and a basement but this house is not a home
It’s missing the guts in between which are standing all alone
This puzzle needs more clues because the premise is too hard to grasp
How can you win a race when you are tethered to the ground destined for last?
This mirrored image paints a perfect picture of a past life
Vague recognition of moments in my life lead me to believe I am living it right.
One day the box will be opened and this surprise will be blown
But I am in no hurry because I am patient, I have lived, and I have grown.
My home is always roaming and it’s the prettiest one I’ve seen
I just need to live life fully to fill the spaces in between.
You can’t define space just like its wrong to cage a tiger
Words can hit you like a ton of bricks and shouldn’t be taken any lighter.
It’s your downward force that propels me to sanity
And it helps me realize that there is indeed a man in me.
There is in fact a switch that cuts on all the lights
It illuminates the fountain and brings vibrancy to the night.
So, tonight’s the night to throw a bash to break in the new place
Raise our glasses to this new man, and let the old one fade without a trace.
~Forte
