Unfinished Portrait

Does a rose smell as sweet when there’s no one there to smell it,
How can you know what the word means and not know how to spell it,
I saw a door standing in the desert so I built a house around it,
It’s not like finding something you were looking for so you don’t know when
you’ve found it.
Throw the full moon on the fire,
Take your medicine; have a drink,
Find a babysitter for desire,
Let your thoughts do anything but think.
Blow a kiss to the rainbow,
Logic you’re such a dreamer.
The end never had a beginning,
It is its own means,
Time is the tragic persona,
When you’re acting out these scenes,
But I forget which part I’m playing,
I forget which lines I’m supposed to be saying.
Yes it’s me in here; bleeding thru the pen and ink, Staring myself down in the
mirror again neither one of us even threatening to blink,
I suppose it’s just another day I suppose it’s just another mood,
You start out starving for life and you end up settling for food.
Where is that early summer morning that smelt like eternity,
Where is that little boy who used to look across the rooftops of the world from
the top of a tree,
The best that beautiful little boy could do was turn into me.