Temperamentally - Buchanan

Painted in silhouette,

In a glass house, surrounded by stones

And I start again

Where’s the magic?

The carpet from home

Who’s gonna pull me out?

Man a lighthouse, when starting over

Gonna sit and pout?

Tainted by temperament

Scores of concrete, and blocking your soul

A sewer of figurement

A sonnet, a sound

A spirit abounds

A laugh for a lounge

Platonic surrounds

And I’ll wait, until

You’ve gone for a while

Forget for a smile

A passing of miles

No don’t hit redial

And I’ll wait, always

Said lately,

Our faux light’s staring out to sea

Temperamentally

A consequential side of where I’ll be

Said lately,

Our faux light’s staring out to sea

Temperamentally

A consequential side of where I’ll be