The Quixotic Wise Poem by Leon Moon

The Quixotic Wise



Predictable insanity

Despicable profanity

All of this I say just to reach

A version of me I know bleeds

Alone in a bathroom



Calculated honesty

Self-destructive mystery

All of this I say just to reach

A version of me I know is free

Is home just a green room?



Her eyes contrive

A reflecting lingering

But it's not a lie

Like the rest of the hive

A capsule held captive

In the carousel of time

And it's not a lie

Like the rest of my life



Her desperation's my medication

The revelation I might have made it

Her dedication's my realisation

The imagination is worth the pain and



The fool's conquest

Never ends

His wish always persists

And mends

Any type of bliss

Lost in the mist

Wrap me until I don't exist

In the everlasting cliche of your kiss



Her desperation's my medication

The revelation I might have made it

Her dedication's my realisation

The imagination is worth the pain and



Her eyes contrive

A reflecting lingering

But it's not a lie

Like the rest of the hive

A capsule held captive

In the carousel of time

And it's not a lie

Like the rest of my life



Intrinsic divinity

Physical dependency

All of this I say just to reach

A version of you I know breathes

Through this opalescent lock's gloom



Atomical proximity

Hypothetical enemy

All of this I say just to reach

A version of you I know needs me

Where home isn't just a green room



Home isn't just a green room

Promise me if we share the same truth

You won't settle where you bloomed

Cos right now my homes a green room

And all I owe you is to say what's true

I want to settle with you into a new view

Cos it seems like homes just a green room

And the future's what I choose

Alone for eternity, oh no is it true?

Is home just a green room?

Is home just a green room?

Don't let it be true

Don't be a by product of the world I grew

I home just a green room?

Is home just a green room?



Your eyes contrive

A reflecting lingering

But it's not a lie

Like the rest of the hive

A capsule held captive

In the carousel of time

And it's not a lie

Like the rest of my life



Your eyes contrive

Your eyes contrive

Your eyes contrive

The rest of my life