parachute pants

I fell off my bicycle the other day
the monarch will fail
my thigh hurts
so does my elbow
it recreated itself as I watched
with soap and water

I had it
will it come back to me or is it over?
is the dream over?
has it stopped?
losing my mind in the gallows
no a/c, just heat

I move my bed downstairs
comfort
maybe
hopefulness
I doubt it

I fell
will i get back up?
she's waiting with me
the bus arrives
we boredly board
I kiss her and she smiles

"why hello there sunshine"
in a silly voice
it gets me through life
thinking i have something worthwhile
I don't know anymore
wow, the keyboard works on its own

the cue is now
try to find the moment
can I come back?
can I return and speak what thus I know?

did I tell you I fell off my bicycle?
that's just the inciting force,
to madness, despair, maybe love

can you grant three wishes, my genie friend?
will I stay in the underground?
I try to think nicely

did I tell you I fell off my bicycle?