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Home alone, no where to go
surrounded by, I don't even know
I can't help think, I will fade
enjoyment of life, oddly frayed
I like to read, bout coming of age
It reminds me, I turn the page
if I fail, I'll survive my cage
I'll glance to my gas gauge
my car will run out of gas
between god, going to mass
the feeling of human beings
I hate sensation, always fleeing
how scary can death really be
when you live, without seeing
people you love, those that weep
your soul, not meant to keep
walk on down, the city streets
find a coin, a couple of seats
it won't take long, before you find
everything ends, before your time
that funny show and that great cd
filled with scenes on that fav dvd
I pack my bags to go to the bar
I find her with another pair of arms
Its funny, we love organic things
we want something we can cling
a way to kill time, before it kills us
a way of saying, that life is a fuss
So here I am, alone and sad
tragic ideas, life can go bad
I realized that it was a dream
living within popular themes
I existed inside another play
a work of Shakespearean dismay
inside a mans simple mind
its funny how I can't control rewind
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