Other Adam Isom
ChirpChirp

World is turnin'
Days are churnin'
It ain’t comin’ back

When I was thirteen
I
Imagined the sky
It was easy

To fly away from mundanity
Escape into my fantasy

It was easy
Enough
To draw
The wrong map

When my eyes
Weren’t looking at the paper

I’ve always liked to daydream
I think I’m not alone
It’s so fun to go fishing
In the inexhaustible pool of dreams

But here’s the catch
I can’t eat dreams
They taste like shadow
I’m meant
To go swimming

I’m sick of eating shadow
I’m sick of seeing timelines
Fly me by
I’m sick of seeing visions
Path that might have been
If I only I had drawn the map
If I only I had walked the roads

I trace lines out
And see where they diverge
It all comes back to Now
All comes back to Now
All comes back to Now
All comes back to Now

That’s where I lose the line
Amongst the grime
Of acting now

Chirp chirp
Chirp-chirp
The birds announce a new day
Every day
Hear them sing

Hear that warble
It’s time to
Snorkel