Archive for October, 2001
the east
rocks unturned
pebbles strewn about
my path streches long and wide
nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
all this time
i looked for you
to pave my soul
to roof my view
i wasted all that was inside
so here i am
like an open book
pages ripped out…
an original hook
before there was a you
i knew there was a me!
i want you to remember
that
i came looking for you
now i walk
i walk away
no more sentimental decay
this man is done with delay
time to re-enter the fray
today.
lost in you
i walk through the grass
i see you up ahead
am i dreaming?
am i dead?
wishing to see you once more
this is how i go
this is how i breathe
this is how i survive
i’m still alive
before you i didn’t have a heart worth breaking
now all i can do is stop from shaking
last night i thought we were there
today i’m pulling out my hair
but i don’t mind the breeze
from my new fangled do
i’m getting unwrapped
from the zoo of you
and me
finally free
yeah right
i’m putting up the good fight
my shit’s getting somewhat tight
but then in comes that dreaded ring
the sting
of your smile
the smell
of your perfume
i start singing my old tune…
i’m lost in you
180 degrees
alright, i’m looking straight inward to myself
to pull me out of this funk
and restack my mental shelves
but now i find myself stalling
like a flooded engine on start
some would say it’s in my head
but i’d insist it’s in my heart
the world is in fluctuation
terror riding it’s evil broom
and being alone in this city
feels like being gunless at high noon
and on top of all this madness
i’m searching for a professional turn
something to make me grounded
allowing myself to learn
so about face is where i’m headed
back into the fray and mix
trying to make a living
like a good natured mr. myxlplyx
crash
where to begin when life takes a turn
never knowing up or down
the stomach begins to churn
on a bit of indecision
and a taste of free choice
thinking all the time you’re screaming
when you’ve all but lost your voice
they say the grass is greener…
shit, the grass ain’t even real
a figment of your imagination
when you’re tripping on the deal
of the cards
the roll of the dice
walking tall one day
sticking to your own advise
then down it all comes
the world you once knew
you start searching for answers left and right…
remember to keep looking within you.
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