captain atlantis and the known world.

in the words of the saint,
i'm a little less than perfect.
but with a passion like that,
you make a point to show you're worth it.
serial entrance to an inevitable end,
with a sly grin and a movement
and deception to send.
there's a god complex,
and it's lurking somewhere,
and it comes out to flex,
all while hiding under your hair.
we all think that we mean something,
we all believe that we are strong.
but that something got me thinking,
and im thinking that we've been all wrong.
they say it's cool to fall down,
and to cut yourself up,
and to act like a clown,
and to never grow up.
well im down to stay young,
and keep my head off the ground,
but theres no need to bring the devil,
when the circus comes around.
but its eating at you,
and you want it away,
so you stay in your bed,
and you hope and you pray.
there's a doubt in the air,
and its closing in,
on the maiden's fair,
just as the ceremony
is about to begin.


the new place is almost 100%.
just a few more finishing touches,
still waiting on one roommate,
and we need to get two cable boxes fixed.
but other than that,
we're all set up.
it feels good.


one foot forward,
one remains in the door.
we're out on our own,
in a place we've been several times before.
this place is lacking direction,
it seems the only way is in.
but instead I'm aiming for the sky,
and I'm blasting off with a grin.