Rapture of Reverie

What does one do when the inspiration is merely sensory?

A mind set fast on satisfaction, a heart riddled by uncertainty

I found myself befuddled by the tragic rapture of reverie

Teacher, isn't this straddling lesson a tiny bit extreme?

I need an ear

But you bring your gavel along

I need calm, I need silence, forgiving eyelids, and arms that I can fall into

I need an ear

And you call yourselves open-minded

And you claim that you're quite tolerant

And you pride yourselves as anti-superficial

But what are these whispers I hear behind my back?

I threw back the glass not once but five times, destroying the cells of misery

I laughed and smiled the whole night long and never once did I feel guilty

Walk and walk and walk and walk and talk and talk and talk and talk - that's all I ever want to do anymore

Shot up the classroom, raped in the bathroom, but can't find love? Life's a whore

I need an ear

But you bring your gavel along

I need calm, I need silence, forgiving eyelids, and arms that I can fall into

I need an ear