Reenactment

​In speaking I have tainted words that could have been 
Poems, mantras, a passage to cool fires within 
Tip tippy toein' Imitatin' the fluttery motion of escapin' 
Tip tippy toe instigatin' a suble reenactment for you 

In my return I have stories wicked, twisted, insane 
Shapeshifters and plastic souls who wait in vain 
To gather up the remaining iotas that once were sustaining 
Waiting and waiting and waiting to take a nice chunk out of you 

Make your plans for escape 
When you know who you're running from 
You won't run, you won't run, you won't run 
Just take the stage and steal the show 

In a single flash I have lost track of who, what, when, where, why? 
Your answers resemble dancers when I gently inquire "why?" 
I was doing fine 'til you took the stage 
Closing the curtains on a golden age 
I was doing fine 'til you looked my way 
Those eyes they could change the world 

In modest words I declare a newfound love for 
Making love without inhibition I won't hold back 
Feelings sweet feelings 
That tormented me lift me up to be all that I can be 
Feelings sweet feelings releasing 
A subtle reenactment for you 

Make your plans for escape 
When you know who you're running from 
You won't run, you won't run, you won't run 
Just take the stage and steal the show