I’m crazy
But I’m not crazy
I know a solid set of Lego blocks
When I see em
A breakable bridge
A malleable mountain
Once I had a premonition
A wall calendar
Circled with a date
Of unknown significance
In red crayon, so cliche
And I ignored its significance
Because it was of the future
And not a dream of the present
Where I wanted to wade
In chlorine surrounded by blocks
If only I knew
It was that song I knew
Playing from inside a car
I just had to open the door
To hear the tune
Pulling up the covers
Made of looks
Made of chains and locks
Fabric so thick
I can feel it breathing
Locking into
My skin
Half human, half plastic
One with the almanac