The metronome

The night my
Necklace fell off
You fluttered through my
Capillaries like a
Stone moth

I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
So look me in the eye & be practical
When practically there's nothing left for me to say or do
It's only up to you

A live ladybug
Trapped between my toes
Keep it together man
We're all connected now
Stay composed

I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
So look me in the eye & be practical
When practically there's nothing left for me to say or do
It's only up to you

The current picture: The metronome
I don't know what this is but it's not my home

I thought that we were falling in love
But we weren't only I was

I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
So look me in the eye & be practical
When practically there's nothing left for me to say or do
It's only up to you