Paradox World

Paradox World Sometimes at night I fall into soft shadows Because the way of the stray Is to shelter from harm Then the bread-truck is unloading While the birds are calling From perches above the boulevard It’s like an algorithm remembering your favorite song I’m ambivalent about sunlight Like when these gridlocked cars On narrow blocks sweat like battalions Led by someone terribly wrong And we’re in a paradox world Someone love me into submission A paradox world Someone guide my hand in composing This transmission A paradox world There’s always tomorrow until tomorrow Paradox World Time takes life, it doesn’t borrow Now the flakes fall at twilight With the streetlights turned on It looks like static in my vision Camouflages the crosswalk No one asks if I’m lonely They only stare like I don’t belong They might find I have old music inside If they ever wanted to talk Is it the scythe or the hood? Which they find so off-putting Sometimes they run, others just turn white As their outlines in chalk It’s a paradox world I have centuries of notes It’s a paradox world Full of promises and high hopes