What am I chasing. A pipe dream no ever could believe in. A last flickering hope of what may someday come to pass. A piece of paper to wave in the wind at last; but no ones left waiting, all given up hope for me long past. What am I chasing? A chance to start anew? Im too old and rode hard and put away and the talk of the town to be spoken about anew. Just kidding myself as I wander through this world of imaginary new beginnings. Is it too late? Yes! My journey has been ohh so long and ooh so HARD, but to get someone to sit still and listen is beyond capabilities Ive come across so far. So, I hope, so I keep on keeping on, bit by bit coming apart coming apart. And for what do I do this self immolation? For who do I keep this complication? No one. Not even for me; sad but true. And I keep tearing my heart out for a piece of something new. What am I chasing? So tired of wanting that. Oh lord I must be more annoying than a bat. Fluttering around. Waiting for a change. When the void of my indifference would probably bring the rain. And so I... back off of the stove, stop what I am cooking, so others maybe know...Smell it deep. Thats raw and as it goes, nothing ever will be the same; not as weve ever known. And I step back...
Posted on: Sat, 14 Jun 2014 11:39:23 +0000
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