Past My Door

You say it's all your imagination Should I just stand here or bury myself in your floor? You say, don't add to my frustration Well, I didn't intend to linger at your door Blackboard explanations and trial examinations And temperature relations on the moon The streetcar of invention, an afternoon of slight intention The effects of some strong lesson learned too soon "Too late", cries a melting, lonely snowman "Forget", reminds a blackbird taking wing "Tomorrow", whisper voices in the darkness But the days go slowly moulding past my door Took a walk with you The clouds were blue on the bottom And white on the top Saw that one day could show I wish that I would never Have to stop ( ) Up the walk cry vendors, Mrs. Black never remembers Finally she goes screaming through the night Apartment house conceptions, a girl who paints deception With the blurred out recollection of the light "Stop her", slurs a constable in denims What dare relates the viewer from the blind "Whenever", says the upstairs Angelina But the days go slowly moulding past my door You say it's only imagination Should I just stand here or bury myself in your floor? You say, don't add to my frustration But I didn't intend to linger at your door ( )