Dark-Light Position

I
Tend to say
Desaturation
Is my
One enhancement

You
You've got your kicks
You've got your tricks
And they hang all around
This apartment

I have not been very all right
I've just stared for 5 days at a void white
Why do they tell me every night
There's a new explanation of every kind

We
Both seem to live
In our abstractions
In our distractions
Don't we

And I
I must admit
It's so much nicer now
I just hope that there
Will be more times

Won't you remove my wrapping with a steel knife
Stretch me nicely into a Bеrmuda kite
Why do they tell mе every night
To watch the autumn leaves fall
Adjust the scale to my height

I
Would like to think
That I could blink
And you would still
Be holding your smile

I
I hope
That these
Are things
That I am allowed
To feel this often

I've been courting a thing in mind
While a dark familiar faded behind me
Why do they tell me every night
To move my dark position towards the light