Josephs Dad

Pouring out the plastic paint
Thought my hands were full of clay
Now I’m drinking 7-Up
Joseph’s dad’s a ladies man
He’s sinking into what he can
I thought I looked with both my eyes
Said life was only half my size
Stay inside ignore, all that motion
Build some stranger in my mind
Giving context to a still life
Take a picture and black out
I’m know I’m higher in the cloud
The irony of how I die
When I shut my eyes too tight
There’s a wall within that forward motion
Makes me lonely-rational
Molding nonsense from a cycle