haystraw in a needlestack

my eyes were wide open

like the mouth of the beast

hiding from his dreams

underneath my bed 

wide and awoken

by the sound of an airplane

flying through the sky

high above my head

and i wondered to myself

"is this all i'll ever be?"

the sleepless spare puzzle piece

in everyone's existence

never moving

never moving

along

my arms were discouraged

like the dimples on your cheeks

it's only a few weeks

before you'll feel the itch again

it's suddenly shifting

like tectonic mental breaks

if only you will wait

you'll find a friend, in me

and i wonder to myself

"is this all i'll ever be?"

the friendless spare puzzle piece

in everyone i know

never moving

never moving

along

i can hear the first dissonant notes

i can see the first two-left-footed steps

of the same old song and dance

it's the same old song and dance