Heath
You play the part because you're in a knight's tale
but the tale of the night
he OD'd on prescription drugs
sidesteps
the uphill staircase
to the fact that we need the pill in the first place
We can't embrace
the flaws we face
Imperfection
bliss
the complex mess of carelessness
interwoven
like a dress designed to fit just one woman,
the empress
who doesn't exist
because she can't, she's subhuman, missing pieces
emptiness
where we consist
of riddles and ridicule and this
Connection
Whether we be the casanova, grim brothers, or lords of dogtown
we sign a ledger
to participate in this world together
whatever the weather or climate change
Greenhouse gases blowing up
while we teach classes on growing up
to engage our evolution towards creating a solution
the youth shouts revolution
And we stand up
and ascend the broken stairs
only to feel
powerless
In our distress we down a dose
not knowing, like will, we are so close
to changing our stars
But the joker coaxes us to see only the dark
Why so serious?
echoes like the bark
of a mighty dog
or a tree in the park
in the middle of the night
out of sight where innocence dies
in a fight between
two hands
and ten things I hate about you
like a taming of a shrew who knew
no one would love her
in her ragged clothes not taylor-made
for a conversation
no one in this nation is ready for
because they ignore the holes
in their armour
when they joust to the death
And as they take their last breath they proclaim
the road to fame is to play the part
but in the end you, too
will lose your heart
because if you're good at something never do it for free
then you will die a hero
or live long enough to see
a villain in your own eyes
hidden by a great disguise
like Gatsby
living lavishly
but with no concern
for the environment
after all some men just love
to watch the world
burn.