Friday, December 2, 2016. Bedford Hill Coffee Shop. Brooklyn, NY. Luisa Bastidas on the violin. AFI on the words.

The boy walks through the woods

Not noticing any of his surroundings

Yet he sees the lake on his horizon

The lake is known to be the deepest of all

Only a few decide to try the fall

Many have told quite a tale of the lake

However, nobody wants to swim inside

For the loss of continuity occurs with a plunge

The boy wonders awhile as to how

The lake will change with a jump

He contemplates with a backward glance

A spring of the legs brings him up and about

To the clouds, then down into the lake

He feels and swims

Observing every frail bit of seaweed

Soaking in all the unwanted fantasies

Then the boy rises up

Back to his world of conformity

Soon thereafter, the boy walks about

With a feeling of bewilderment

Emptiness pulls him over

To the lake and into the water

Splashing and enjoying tainted gifts