Not Everyone’s Cup of Tea

Hard soled shoes clattering on cobblestone streets, avoiding chimney sweeps
Icicles drooping from unkept eaves
Trapped in the prison of the fire escapes and steaming sewer grates
And still the cold rain keeps pouring down, concerned with neither hair nor wedding gown

In characteristically well-heeled fashion another climber falls to his death
From a height he could never hope to achieve
Unwittingly at the time he believed the contrary to be true
But then he hadn’t counted on meeting you

Orchestrated on a subway train to sterilize the pain
Invisible tears dripping from undressed wounds
With uncharacteristically unbridled passion, concealing carefully cloaked contrived plans
To become the one you’d hoped to deceive
Unkowingly at the time you believed that was all you could ever be
But then you’d never counted on meeting me

The thrill of it all, empires rise and fall
Ignoring our trivial little schemes
Oblivious to butterflies flapping their wings

Do ya do ya feel relief or a slight trepidation
At this sudden intrusion into your dysfunctional world?

Forgive this exposition of reality
The chance to see things as they should be seen
Is not everyone’s cup of tea
Would you prefer a return to your fantasy?
Are you not seeing the things that you hoped you’d see
Or is it just me?

Attention focused not on vision’ries, nurturing violent streaks
Inspiration hidden in empty rooms
Lost in the labyrinth of double speak and concrete ink
A reign of confusion teeming down, taking no notice of the deserted playground

With unequivocally nefarious logic a troubling plan presents itself to you
Falling from heights of what you could have achieved
Who would have thought what you thought you believed and the conclusions that led you to
Could become the very thing that dismantled you

Empires rise and fall and still after all
People keep scheming impossible schemes
Unconvinced that things aren’t quite what they seem


Have you become desensitized to your own lamentations?
Were they the portal you might get pulled through from the depths you’ve sunk to?


Forgive this invasion of your reality
It can be hard to see things as they might have been
And things once seen can’t be unseen
Is this a case of mistaken identity?
I think that things should be seen as they ought to be,
But everything’s not up to me

Forgive this exposition of reality
The chance to see things as they should be seen
Is not everyone’s cup of tea
Would your prefer a return to your fantasy?
Are you not seeing the things that you hoped you’d see
Or is it just me?

Should that same subway train with renewed disdain find you on it again
Would you consider altering your point of view?
Or will life be measured in all-consuming hate that you yourself create
And still the cold rain streams down like fear till one day without warning everything just disappears