Break Free

”A mystery
Looks down at me
In a dream
It’s history
or more it seems”

He says, “man. It’s time to change the world.”
He thinks, “man. I’ve got a thing for about ten girls
who are all with other guys, living happy lives
or pushing screen fed lies.
Leave drummer boy behind”

He does not unwind
Twirls around his mind until the sun sets
Green felt table where he placed no bets
She showed her cards too early or too late
or perhaps it was the perfect date

Late one night, on the steps, by the beach
when his thoughts were barely out of reach
He turned around too late to teach her
what she’d been yearning to learn

Now, he feels the Fall
and he can feel the falling
He can’t hear her hum
because he can’t hear her calling

”If you ever break free,
throw yourself at me”