Sometimes

Sometimes
We want to move closer to insanity
Sometimes
We want to batter our dreams into bottles
Of all shapes and colours, but specifically azure coloured glass
Where we whisper tornadoes
Sometimes
We want to grow innocent on filthy streets
And burst into verse
Sometimes
We want to edit suicidal notes
Make sure the endings rhyme
Sometimes
We want to manipulate time
By stitching hands
Sometimes
it's difficult to figure out what we want