The Van Pelt
My Bouts With Pouncing
I keep it right here, in touch but not near
The threat keeps me moving on toes with my fear
Your reason is clearest, the emotions controlled
My drive here is fiercest but it too is temporal
To the slightest degree my balance is off
My mind's a new me and relativity's lost
Too close brings defeat, sickness need not fight
My might stares beyond you
Come on in we're locked in fright!
My nerves have all passed out
Overwhelmed by a greater force
They know it will beat them
Kill me now, the waiting's worse
It's these times when my sheets
Stay dampened for weeks
And my shoulders still break out
And my sneakers still shake
And it's hard to get away
To acknowledge makes it stay
And my wallowing builds to my wallowing state
But on the way down the pressure is great
The snap of the panic can send me like light
Below where I'm stable, beyond where I'm right
Romance here is strongest - I am brave at least tonight
The urge has been pushed back so far I am bold
I'm blind to its warnings and I can stand like I'm told
Too far makes me shallow, no scare to keep me straight
I'm selfless with glory, I'm an idiot when I've lost sight
It's these times I make promises to be delivered while I sleep
I'm the man that the book made, the stupid zealot of the week
My bouts with pouncing!
My stints with might!