Swandering

On your dresser there's a mirror lined with pictures
 Of past lives long ago
 A deep freeze of memories and decrees
 Of loves you used to hold
 You can't go back
 So scared to move on
 You've caught so much flack for habits you've outgrown
 The leprous prom queen sings her siren song
 And somewhere a swan hums along
 The porcelain of your skin is broken
 Where the pressure makes you fold
 The diary on your knee tells a story
 Of times more precious than gold
 The dark street passes beneath nervous feet
 So tired and damned near froze
 Through your hands falls the quicksand
 All the deadpan soliloquies of old
 The lights all went black
 The clock is blinking eights
 They've cut you no slack
 Your value might deflate
 The heaviest weight wings leave you lithe but late
 Swimming, the swan waits on the lake
 No loyalties to a throne
 None, but her own
 Destination unknown