--- --- ---
...Pick up the carton of caffeine
Before you've finished the previous sip
With constant movements
Its got you ripped
With stuttered ambitions and words
Each cheek shakes your hips
And you're in constant shift
What was meant to give you temporary lift
Provided you with a lack of grip
You read today's headlines
For today's daily tip
But it does not fit
For that shoe wasn't stitched for your soul
And within it
It leaves an empty pit...
--- --- ---
Nobody know
Nobody care
We all floating along
In our own rocking chair...
And, as they say
We play
And walk the cliche...
Now, we may
Often speak the same words
But have our own tone
While walking in the same direction
We each have uniqueness to which we roam...
And never before
Did I see so clearly
The cliches of life
Staring back at me...
I feel more awake and alive past midnight
Than 'round supper time
I can't taste clearly
But that's how I see
When the sun comes up
And lights us a brand new day
And on we continue walking cliche...
And in the midst of all this there's a song
And in the midst of all that there's a war
All this while they do yoga in the park
Can someone else's words
Can someone else's death
Spark purposeful direction
Or shall we sit and wait for another hopeful election...
I don't know
I don't even know my own name
You're a lost soul
When somebody yells your name
And you yell back
Oh yeah, I once knew him
When on the next break to sin
Think back to then
And ask would he proceed
And do the opposite...
I need that cliche
Just to walk some way
I need that song
Just to carry on
I need that war
To convince myself
I have more than that guy to live for
I need my pet
Maybe more than you
Please don't get upset
For he'll never let me think otherwise...
Take out a pencil
If they still exist
And add question marks
To everything I've ever written
So nobody catches me in the act
Of not knowing...
Show me something, lord
I may start believing in god -
Just for its acoustics...
And, do you think if I told you
That your vision will come to fruition
This road along the way would be less hellish...
And, it's got me thinking
That you're the only one
That's got me considering
Erasing that punctuation...
--- --- ---
...Been straining on this train
Trying to get your attention
We haven't made eye contact
But my permanent state's called confusion
And it's convincing me there's a connection
My stop's at the next station
Doors open
The forever commotion
And in my mind nod to say
Have a nice life
Or at least start with a good day
We had a good ride
I hope the tide pulls us together again
But in reality you're just as good as an Internet friend
Please at least accept that ship
I've certainly sailed this one
And didn't move one foot
My mind's taken me places
I have no proof
'cept these lines
I have and will leave no other traces...
--- --- ---
--- --- ---
No comments:
Post a Comment