Matador

Under the vertical garden

In the fluorescent light

You came up with a plan

Then you let it go

Look at the vertical garden

The shiny artificial plants

They will never die

They will never grow

Go out of your way

Or fake it through another day

Everything is real

Make your peace with whatever you feel

The unwilling coalition of characters crowding your thoughts

Make too much noise

And way too little sense

When you run out of excuses someday soon

You might just linger

In the present tense

Go out of your way

Or fake it through another day

Everything is real

Make your peace with whatever you feel