Prism from Clover by Matted Grass
the light refracts inside this prism.
you’ve got your side and i’ve got mine.
and through the glass frozen between us
i scan your face for that first light.
are you happy chasing paper?
do your savings keep you sane?
or are you caught up in a game that you do not understand?
or are you caught up
in the moment that you still taste on your tongue,
where the sweetness becomes bitter,
another loss for you to mourn?
do the years you’ve traded for paychecks
feel to you like years well spent?
or are you caught up in a game that you do not understand?
or are you caught up
in the moment that you still taste on your tongue,
where the sweetness becomes bitter,
another loss for you to mourn?
oh, are you angry?
are you anxious?
have you been wishing your life away?
or are you laughing,
just riding backwards,
watching your hair blow in the wind?
