Mission Scene
And I drop my retainer
And bury the gardener
Tending to my heart has
Become the hardest part
Of floating in the ocean
It feels uncontrollable
By the swells, fear gnawing
At my senses
We like the darkness
As our harness, slipping
On precipices, dangling
On edges where we know
The eternal flame will
Go, a never ending
Fire stream shattering
My dream to be the man
Who can watch it all an
Not get caught up in
The fall, for each day
In this town,
I feel the drowning of
Millions of Orange
County souls living
Lives of quiet desperation
Revolutionary road an
Emblem of our
American problem,
For I feel I am forced
With a greater giant then
A fire safe movie, rather
It’s the stuff on the screen
Existing in my reality,
Oppressive murderers
And thieves we are and all
To be knows as a star, to
Fire the world, your thanks to
A career at evoking our
Emotions, for I am faced
With the message and how
Well it resurge,
What words will I have
To share with a hell bent
World for blending in
Is like him, transcendent
And close they exist like
Roast on the edges of meat,
I feel I must stay neat
And complete and
Report the movie
Scene as something
Rather unclean, yet
A dream turned into
Real on the screen,
This is my mission
Scene.
