Piper's Bench

I linger by this bench fingers clenched around my pen
in loving memory to the Piper's the bench reads, I never met them
but its a nice place to chill
the air crisp and clean, the water blue and still

mountains in the background caressing the lake
like a giant grabbed a brush sat down and started to paint
not a sound in the air I've finally escaped
I found a quiet place where I can sit and smile at fate's face

it's like a mirrored lake and I'm a reflection
investing my spirit ink and paper for conception
its immaculate I had to quit imagining it
because I'm a passive kid its hard to fathom everything our actions did

we're activists as long as we don't have to be active in it
but we like pretending because we get to act real big
I feel tricked, is this what I'm here for
tasks to keep us busy but what about the real chore

like I said before, its easier to steal yours
instead of getting my own like performing to steal cheers
in steel chairs handcuffed to the arms
ruffed up and disarmed, tricked fucked alarms blaring

your dazed in harms way staring blankly thanking me for almost caring
like show and tell with no one else sharing
my minds wearing this slightly confused look
so we try to pair up to move into our own nook

it took, us this long with nothing to show for it
its like game over and the reset button is broken