There was a time, in a shared dream both of us knew, nothing was as it seemed
Telling good from bad, By wearing a mask Blowing up buildings, Built in the past
Dystopian curfew, Stay home in bed Her ambient music, Stuck in my head
Prisoner Evey, In a museum room Cry me a river, The jukebox tune
She reappeared, from out of the blue asking for money, so nothing that new
Black cats and music, apocalypse edge paid day at the beach, life on a ledge
Trying to live without a muse
Feelings are gone even the blues
Wondering how when became then
Still we’ll always have our Chopin
I don’t know her, Doesn’t know me social distancing, None of us free
Conspiracy babe, Guy Fawkes day A shaved head, heart turned to clay
It’s a film noir, Bogie and Astor All things wrong, shadows hit the floor
The tube train car, Explosives loaded tearing down statues, history exploded
Masks separate, True self from the rest Taking it off, Inspired and blessed
Mob in the street, do the right thing Her extremist rant, Isn’t how she sings
Poetic in a non lyrical way
just hoping for another day
Wondering how when became then
still we’ll always have our Chopin
Trying to kill us fauchi and gates fascist interference with our fate
Invisible killer, Life came to a halt Ignoring science, Who is at fault
Playing the right notes, At the right time Learning silence, Can sound sublime
Burned down my route, memory refined Chaos ensued, Two of a kind
V for vendetta, Natalie revealed Society crumbles, Our fate is sealed
A movie date, Losing connection Sitting in my room, Worthy of a mention
This is the age of social media,
Not like reading an encyclopedia
Wondering how when became then
Still we’ll always have our Chopin
Three steps forward four steps back, looking for peaceful not crazy and what I lack
With me or against me, forever don’t know for that reason, I know i must go
Burning down my house, In a toaster fire Not knowing what to think, Nothings required
Baldy and pee boy, Extending their claws A brand new world, With much different laws
Licking a lollipop, Sharing ice cream Too much of nothing, Nightmare dreams
In isolation the poet appears Bringing meaning to meaningless fears
burning books, memories rearranged
what we knew now is forever changed
Wondering how when became then
Still we’ll always have Chopin
Taking it all in pieces rearranged
What happened somehow changed
What i will forever feel about then
Still we’ll always have our Chopin
