Absent Minded Me
Is there anybody out there
can you hear my voice disturbing the silence
disturbing, isn't it?
I’m ripping
tearing
through all this black
can ya feel that tear I’m coming
back on my way from where I came from
picking up flowers as I walk along the highway
gathering this bouquet of my travels
old petals fall as new blades grow, taking forever and ever to mow.
Now can you see
Me
behind this mask starving
for distraction.
I’m confused about all this
shit
going on around me.
feelings hurt by words of truth.
I end up walking, talking, playing my guitar.
Six strings of inspiration
Frustration.
A machine to help me vent.
Paper and pen: again and again
Meeting in a scramble of words
meaning nothing to some and Nothing to all
Go ahead.
Tell me what to do
how to say
what you want.
An over bearing conscience. Take mouth rinse to wash it all away
the food of the day running down the sink
so now prey
To your gods for salvation migration
A way out of the problems, the ones that dug their own graves
Nothing can be saved.
Eleven shots of Novocain to take away the pain.
