What’s Inside

© 2009 Eve Fleishman

There’s a ticker tape parade

Waiting for me in the park

Here’s the kicker, I can’t stay

I’m afraid of getting dark

Mood swings coming down

I’m alive

But I can’t see you now

‘Cause I’m afraid of

What’s inside

Did you hear I shot the moon

And I landed on my feet

You may not believe it’s true

But I’ve got rocks for you to see

Moonbeams shining down

From the sky

But I can’t see you now

‘Cause I’m afraid of

What’s inside

I’m a prisoner in my own skin

I don’t know where it all began

And when I breathe

I breathe shallow not deep

I have lost the scope of things

I’m askew in the grand scheme

But when I dream

I dream in yellow and green

Yellow and green

Mood swings coming down

I’m alive

But I can’t see you now

‘Cause I’m afraid of

What’s inside