i made a totem / puppeteer

I made a totem it was staring ‘cross the table at me I was so proud i gave a name to it and took it to sleep And no one had one like you And no one seemed to care One day I woke up and the totem it had a big scar And so I went and bought another with my shiny blue card I stood in line and saw a thousand other people like me Running with totems in their hand in black and silver and green From totem trophy then to trinket you lost your meaning I had the first one like you, little totem And no one seemed to care Another sad, sad totem, on its way out Another sad, sad trinket, lingering around -- Counterpoint in wings Dancing in the light Cut by dark Punctuated by the rings Ring ring Vibrations Metal drops Interrupted by spotlight Glaring now Cutting Counterpoint: we’re dancing in the light Strings plucked Basement bass vibrating through the anxiety Spectrum on the wall The strings slow it down Bring me back They’re puppeteering the calm Slowly rock Wave in the current beat Warm lights Dark contrast Smooth waves washing Puppeteering the calm Quiet mind Be still Counterpoint: we’re dancing in the light