Picture Perfect

Fragile the frames on which we hang
Purpose sullen all caught in blame
To keep building frame
Upon frame
Upon frame
And know that tomorrow
Was always the same
Another frame
Another pain
Ache deep to the core of me
Was chore for me
In quiet's game
Because for each new frame
Came failure
Sorrow
Bleak and so hollow
Upon a little boy
That just couldn't bear shame
In all weakness understood
That I could never
Would never
Be any good
Because it was all putty and wood
Things to decay
Is my own frame
Love longed and never quite
The equal to pain's respite
Worn torn and bloodied
Muddied and under
This life as a frame
Maybe in its angular composite
A perfect rule...a logic
Could life me up
And I could hold it
Keep it
Never leave it
Yet left me time again
A softness
My own
In this hard world
Call home
Just frame
Upon frame
Upon frame
Picture perfect in its persistence
That this can't simply be it
And if it is so be it
Buried under yet never leave it
My world
My teetering world of frames
Like house of cards
So humbled
Never lift another muscle
Fuck work and all the hustle
Fuck love and all the puzzle
Of this world shaped frame
In learning
And yearning
And pleading
And burning
A core that's always turning
As the dam
As if you give a damn
Is always bursting
Still I held true to my game
Be the preacher
Lover...needer
Empty arms
Are world stealers
But you didn't live to the standard
The placard
The cape
Your hero
Father
Lover
Strength
But in the end
Just another cracked frame
A lost and lonely frame
With nothing inside
And no real name