"Status Quo"

Shifting in my own shoes
I stand with discomfort,
Staring at my twin
Made of elastic and dirt.

My head plays a jingle
I cannot hear,
My eyes play a game
I don't want to go near.

With one finger on Rewind
The other on Play,
I feel as my own double
Not saying what I want to say.

My head creates a story
I cannot tell,
My eyes see people
I don't know well.

Scanning the room
My thoughts try to flee,
The air is filled with song
But my feet control the glee.

My head tells a lie
I think is true,
My eyes trace mistakes
I don't wish to subdue.

Growing up every minute
The time I must tame,
While focusing on change
I must remain the same.

My head shows a dream
I cannot lease,
My eyes fabricate a life
I don't quite believe.

"Ablaze"

Like Orange he burns
In the midnight,
Like Red he swirls
In the twilight.

Fighting to live
To flicker and flare,
Fighting to stay
And survive each stare.

His droplets create moments
Out of dreams,
His movement creates rhythm
That he steals.

His every glister
Lends a smile,
And his every quiver
Lasts a while.

Swaying side to side
Hugging his neck,
Slowly disappearing
Into a speck.

He doesn't doubt
The quality of a spark,
Instead he questions
The dark...

(Gayatri- thanks for the inspiring pic!)