Fat Moly

I saw when she told me
what I’ve been telling myself for years.
Somehow, I walked inside.

I am like Matt Foley,
though the basement is myself.
Getting up and ready
to tear down the top shelf.

I saw when I told him
what they now see as truth and life.
Guess I already took that ride.

I am like Matt Foley,
though the basement is myself.
Hiked ‘em up, I’m ready
for anything like hell.

I may break a window.
Pedal through a wall.
I may twist my words’ message –
I’ll never let you fall.

There were no easy days in this same brain.
Crawled through nightmares in the rain.
Soaked up, synthesized, no complaints.
I believe it’s our time to jump back in the race.

I feel like Matt Foley.
I saw when she told me.