Jim had ran in many races before
They never once occurred to him as a chore
He was strong and fierce like a hardened ox
And he was never sick with a cold or pox.

He trained every day without a single pause
His wife was there to support his every cause
And his smile always stretched from ear to ear
And he never once succumbed to darkness and fear.

But his passion for music had touched his collar
And he wanted more than just fame and another dollar
So he stopped the running from himself and sat in his chair
And forgot the track he once loved and cared.

He stayed in his room every day for a week
And every so often, his wife would peek
In the door crack just to see
What creature should behold thee.

The cans of alphabet soup that stacked upon the floor
Were made into towers that leveled even the door
And she saw the mess he made in his musical craze
"I pray that this is just a foolish Autumn craze."

He finally came out after a month or so
The wailing of sound had turned down low
So he came out to see what the world had come to
When his wife suddenly screeched out, "WHO ARE YOU?!"
He said, "It's me, Dory. I'm sorry if you were scared,
But did you really think it was some stranger impaired?"
She cried, "Look at your eyes. Look at your face,
YOUR YOUTH HAS LEFT YOUR BODY WITHOUT LEAVING A SINGLE TRACE!"

He scowled and shook from the drafty Autumn wind
The veins on his body were apparent on the skin
He tumbled down the stairs and the race had ended there
And the alphabet soup had run out with nothing left to share.

From the walls of the cauldron
And the fiery old well
Lives a heartbeat of wolves (and)
A caged tiger's shell
He stumbles in the waters
And he dwells a good drum
He spits in the alleyway
He chews up some gum.

I get up for paper
I get down for rain.
I stand up for sorrow
I lie down for pain.
I think love is crazy
And I ought to be blamed
But the feelings of the night-time
Are all in my name.

Dogs and cats roam silently
In a house of flaming cards
And bagpipes roll endlessly
Played by polka-dot bards
I spin in a tombstone
I laugh in a chair
The electric sparks tangle
And mess up my hair.

He feels an odd poke
In the bottom of his cloud
So what of a bullet?
Go scatter the crowd!
He flips inside out
And dashes out his head
He feels now reborn
Though he truly is dead

So pick up the glass
On the soles of your feet
Get up and spell "magic"
As you groove to the beat
I sing out a longing cry
That hounds out a pig
But my nanny BEATS FRANTIC
SO GO DANCE THE JIG!

I was single again.

Bow to the flags that wave in the wind
Swear your souls to the country that never dies
Morality is a curse; that present we've sinned
Destruction of the flower that ever so tries

Stand up before the trumpets that beckon your name
May we look before the land that shows a desolate fate
The ultimate replacement of joy is fame
So forget your body at the field; it's already too late

Let this be our anthem against the enemies of good
And do not feel sorry for a little bloodshed
You'd rather be living than with the dead
Replicating peace is something nobody ever could.

I'm so sorry for everything
Could you ever forgive me?
Oh no, I know you too well
You're softer than the blues of my room

Too callous to feel your pain
Too empty to hear your cries
But I still, I still ask you to forgive
As if I'm still a baby; head wrapped in a blanket

I've forgotten my name
Hang my baby head in shame
Cause I ain't too easy to see
And here I stand still saying sorry.

When I pick you up (my bassy bassy bass)
I feel my thoughts pour into your neck
And by the time I've finished laying you in my lap
You and I have become so synonymous.

If I'm feeling a little glad, the notes come with ease
As my thumb lets loose and does whatever to please
If I'm feeling a little sad, the notes quiet down
And try to uplift my darkened deep frown

I never once stopped feeling dry as a bone
And I never once stopped to respond on my phone
Cause you give me what I want so good and well
A world without you would undeniably be hell

A guitar is quite nice with its bright merry ring
And it sure is easier to hum along and sing
But the low fat sound of the bass is a thrill
And I never quite have enough of a satisfying fill.

A cosmic vision in space
Is all that is required for a mental trance
And as planets smile with a face
The rest of the universe spins in a dance
Slowly letting a vision be kaleidoscoped
As the stars in my eyes are suddenly sloped

A great pool of mystery beckons me
To a wondrous plane of being
And if only you could find the key
To join along with what I'm constantly seeing
For reality seems to pull and push apart
In my black hole eyes and my beating heart.

Take a hit or ten of the pipe that will
Surely rearrange your mind, until
You come back down to Earth, but while you are up
See what drips from your mouth into your cup

The road turns upside down with a grin
And without any dignity, denouncing your chagrin
See yourself shouting at the weather up at the sky
Raining, snowing, or sunning, you’ll pass it by

Float past the purple beanstalks that
Grow right by where you just had sat
Listen for nature joking inside your ears
Making you think of all those wasted years

A glorious wind blows you like a page
Out of those bars that held you in society’s cage
Do not be alarmed in the world you have come to
It is a divine paradise in the clouds of pleasant blue

Flowers come forth in the morning spirit sun
In this warm grassy meadow, you skip hop and run
And around you are those happy smiling faces
Belonging to those friends that have brought you to these places

There’s an expression for what these feelings are
Even after you’ve fallen down from your star
It means that you’re away and dazed in the head
And the feeling is called being blissfully dead.

Shades of pink dance freely
On the hospital wall
Birth of a girl; and throughout the room
Do the doctors wonder their gaze
To the sight of a newborn on the Earth.

Shades of blue lament
On the alleyway side
Birth of a boy; no father present
To share in witness to the miracle of birth
And the anguish of the mother.

Both do grow in two different worlds
Like the distance of the sun and the moon
Does privilege lie in the hands of day
And do poverty in the hands of night.

Girl does laugh, girl does sing
Girl is strong with what life does bring
Her father a sword, her mother a shield
Her tools in life she does expertly wield
Girl is not alone; her friends play along
In the grand musical of life’s golden song
But life had a different tune to play
On the fated moment that night met day.

Where did the wind blow that noon
That girl saw boy clutch a rusty spoon
With rags to his waist and a face of despair
And that powerful feeling of his dark empty stare

Girl helped boy to his feet
Said, “Come inside and retreat
And bring your mother along too
Because I really want to help you.”

Girl fed boy; cleaned him as well
Girl brought him up from his alleyway hell
Girl’s family gave coin; boy cried out his thanks
To girl’s efforts to raise his meager social ranks

Boy said, “It may not be now
But I solemnly vow
That I’ll come to your aid
When your hopes someday fade.”

Boy grows up and becomes a man
Man saves up money from the work he began
Man buys home and starts fresh anew
Surely woman is faring just as well, too

But woman is beat by the warden she wed
He punched her and kicked her on the floor where she bled
And out in the air did woman escape
As free as a bird from the torture and ****

The street stretches as far as forever
Woman says, “Return I shall never.”
Woman falls and so does day
In the same dark corner where boy once lay

On the rug of alcohol stain
Does the husband bleed his pain
And the ****** needle on the desk
Keeps the husband ever statuesque

He jabs it through a poisoned arm
And the drug worked its usual charm
Down fall husband and the angry blood moon
Last words whispered, “Wish you’d come home soon.”

On the eclipse of the eve
When the sun and moon once met
Where comets illuminated the sky
And the light did never die.

Tears did girl shed when
Her eyes saw boy
Yet did the sun glow once more
When the moon did, too.

So man saw woman so ever down and out
Said, “I’d be there for you without a shadow of a doubt”
And moon helped sun to rise upon the land
When man decided to lend woman a helping hand.

I've torn your wires to pieces
And fixed them with my own adhesives
I've squished you like a piece of clay
And molded you into something psychedelic.
How many times have we spoken lately?

The electrons and neurons make a pleasant tingling all the time.

Electricity flows within my cortex
And powers me like a subatomic soda
Any rocket bomb flies through an open window
And collides on each careful nerve ending.

I've graffitied you from top to bottom
With memories from summer and autumn
And I left the spray cans to dry off next to you
Just so that I can come back anytime to what I drew.

But then again
My fingers make a plasmatic arrangement, too
As they trace cytoplasm around on a piece of paper
While words and music notes cloak me like vapor
The chemicals on each letter stamp
Set you on fire when administered on the tongue
And while the lights shine bright from each lamp
You're aware that neither of us are so innocently young.

Brain...brain...brain...brain...
Drive me by on a track only taken by train.

In the end, no girl will make me feel
How it is to sit back and talk so real
With your friend to your left and a friend to the right
Cause, ****, our companionship is tight.

Nothing better than going to a McDonald's
Not even for the food, just for
Quality laughs, quality smiles
A quality escape from life's many trials
Musical footsteps play from our feet
As our instruments hum and sync with the beat
And while walking home, I think with a grin,
"I'm glad I spent today with my fellow kin."

The hearth of the fire reflects
the heat of the passion night
This is more than just ***
It is how things are done right
Our breath stands still in the room of lust
Come closer, let’s be at peace
As the feelings of drive grow, and we must
exercise this primal release

Rhythmic risings of your breast
indicate excitement of the soul
Darling, you know you’ll pass the test
Let’s make our sentiments whole

Like hot candle wax, I’ll slide down your body
Submission is a turn-on, so the pleasure grows
No one could replicate this into something gaudy
Let this be our personal night to shed our daily clothes
Nakedness is joy, and pure locations connect
into something that is universally and surely correct
The soft moaning poured inside my ears
Boil myself into flaming sears

There is no written script in all of this
It just comes naturally
For the ultimate feeling of bliss
Is the true meaning of ecstasy

Don’t be conflicted, it’s only me
I want you to lie back and relax
For we explode each other’s loving glee
Into a simultaneous ******

You and I are together here
And I want to flip all your switches
Let polygamous feelings disappear
Trust that I’d never do this with the other *******

So we end off together, and the deed is done
Surely now we are in our prime
And I hope that you had a lot of fun
Because this act was not the final time

I want to sit and play with the greats.
I want to see myself singing songs that scream my soul.
I want to write and make history in a studio.
I want to be successful, but satisfied, too.

I want to master the JOURNEY of music.
I don’t want to or care about being the best, because
Who cares if an album goes platinum and
It isn’t written by the REAL you, not
Some cracked corporate cunning conning conundrum
Cancer-causing cannibalistic contagious canary that sings songs
More plastic than the casing on a vinyl?

No, I don’t believe and won’t believe
In your censorship and your lies
Telling me that the public will hear it
If the truth is full of flies
Would God be glad if you wrote that down?
Would your parents get angry and sue?
But I wrote them from what was hiding
In a basement filthy stew.

No, I don’t believe and can’t believe
In red stained glasses on brick
But those bullets they flew that day
To a shattered mind they stick.
Should I carry on the journey now?
Is it a burden worth to hold?
But I’ve got to keep the people happy
Cause a Grammy’s worth just like gold

Yes, I do believe and should believe
In the power of a sound-filled disc
The power of a musical drug
With no added harmful risk.
You wouldn’t believe if I got up to say
That I’m living 1984
But look all around at the artists that sing
Without a chance knowing of more.

I want to be strong and careless.
I want to learn more about learning more of myself.
I would like to be a member of the Plastic Ono Band
But the dream is over, and new bands start today.

(A tattered man stands before his easel
Like it was his lover returning from a five-day trip
He stares at it longingly; time stands still
As the blank canvas seems to stare right back.)

He picks up a brush; a chosen color in hand
The white disappears by the blue that it does swallow
A wet and deep environment comes before the land
For the green brownish tones have yet it to follow.

The brush makes a movement like a dancer on ice
It moves here to there ever so specific and slow
The painter is careful, for the piece cannot be done twice
So his patience and precision are evident to show.

Day after day, night after night
The agonizing process drags on like a stone
Hard, unforgiving; like a crop with blight
But look at what artistic wonders are now shown.

A cloud, a mountain, a rabbit, a tree
They sprout up in liquid form at first
But they solidify on the canvas for all to go see
As the painter continues letting ideas out to burst.

My notebook is scrawled with the words
That come out to play when they've heard
I've been feeling a tad tired, or a tad too mad
But in the end, their laughter makes me so glad!

There's a voice that chatters on with plan
And another that keeps me on the straight and narrow
I can feel them straight through the green bone marrow
It's time to find out just where they all stand!

One whispers with wisdom of good common sense
Another would like to shoot Mr. Mike Pence
My little good friends that play on the swing
They yell out from throats that make my head ring!

I love you so much
Is it wrong that we want to smother you with our touch?
But my fists pummel with a passion so great
And in the end, everybody gets my hate!

If I were to dance on a painting
I'd likely wear nothing
As to let each color bring about
Some sort of presence on the flesh.

The angry reds unleash a fiery
Blaze of wonderous imagination
As the volcanoes in the distance
Erupt and take me for a lift.

The gentle blues spin me 'round
And envelop me with the ocean
The water, the sea, the aquatic sound
Beckons my body to its mysteries.

The lustrous yellows electrify
Each tendon and muscle inside
And the sparks call out to thunderstorms
Past by my shocked face and hands.

Color me perfect as to let
Each one have a meaning
So that perhaps the colors can give me
Some sort of meaning of my own.

Let me ride on the cosmic lion
That visits our solar system
Allow us to roam through space
And allow me to pat his cosmic face
So that all the animals of the world can feel a bit safer
Knowing that there’s a cosmic lion watching over them

Well, we walked along the street
Without a sound but just our feet
But our smiles were big and loud
And you’ve got me feeling so newly proud.

Well, we talked in a warm embrace
About love and death and the human race
And how our paths were fated to be
As we clung together underneath a tree

Well, the night hid us inside the cool shade
As my doubts and fears finally started to fade
And your eyes were twinkling with a young romance
So I took your hand and we started to dance

And you said you had cranberries in your mouth
When I wanted to kiss you
But that made the feeling “sweeter”
As my heart did spin and teeter
For the sugar of our hearts made an all-new taste
And the fears of our futures have since been erased
Since our flavors came together to merge into one
As we smile and hold hands while shining like the sun.

In the end, once I have finally isolated from everybody

It will be like I have left the world without a trace.

I will have removed myself from other's lives
So that my paranoia and endless desire
Will cease to harm them.

My verbal impulsiveness will disappear
And my words of spite will evaporate

And in the end, my fear will build the wall
Between who I thought loved me
And the mind daggers in my brain
Will tell me she will soon find another.

But in the end, I will be crying.

The feeling you get
When you're not sure what else is left to feel.

Collapse, unto those fragments lay dying
With ashy dust palms in a blizzard gust
Still, be still those bird’s gentle wings flying
Caught and clipped on the padlock’s iron rust
Molecules collide and corrode slightly
At the wave of a nuclear notion
Allow light to be birthed and bled nightly
In the heart of a fiery ocean
Though, does our love follow the order
Of the chaos swept through the orange seas?
Be it somehow that we keep the border
Holding stable our trembling knees
Tired I grow of disintegration
Slow and subtle disassociation.

I see em' with their high-class smile
I see em' with their evil tongues stretching a mile
I see em' with their soccer ***** and games
I hear em' with their Jackson, Sean, and Sam names

You walk with the feet of a conservative edged freak
Tell me: What is it in this smog-choked world that you seek?
Maybe it's your talk and the provocative way you walk
That show off your pampered pale skin like chalk

You were born with a taper haircut and sly
Plan to make any girl yours; oh me oh my
And is it too cool to believe in a man in the sky?
The choice is yours, but you couldn't go up if you tried

Your eyes are sharp like the knife that stabs the beast
You have for dinner each night that keeps you so greased
But you never once had a clue about the world around you
And you'll fall into place where you'll never know what is true.

O’er hundreds of softly sweet clouds
Do suns of color flicker forth
Ever glowing forever in the heaven light
And flowers grow next to the grasses.

Up knowing of musical melodies
Do instruments have yet to play
Never faltering in delicate harmonies
In the pleasant light of day.

All those dreams that come and go
Never once stopped to say hello
And all the glories that come from the stars
Never once stayed in the beds of Mars.

Here I am surrendered in the cosmos
With nothing but my song
Reaching to find notes of blissful joy
But I don’t take anyone along.

My journey in my dreams spells nothing out loud
No sounds are worthy enough of making
But if I may try to be so blunt
May I make some sounds, as well?

Stumbling down a rainbow road
Of humanity’s creativity
I cannot help but find
Some hope for us all.

Is it worth to say some dreams
Have meaning?
Or are they just
Void?

Nothing makes it so pure
To see all our thoughts come alive
For the human inside us all
Is a dream enough already.

Every now and then I quake
During this awkward scene I make
And it surely exists, that I fear
Has anything up 'til now been crystal clear?

In a small glass container
Lies a single black drop of venom
That any moment
Could shatter the glass
And be freed
And when that day should come
It will be the end of my days.

{i. Synapses}

A moment’s unfathomable pause;
Drifting in polarized rows of orbit
As the planets vibrate autonomously.

Set courses of motion to fall;
Deities of amber marked with gradience
In columns separated by generations
Of the science of religion;
Unbound and with pure neutrality.

Neurons connected by stardust mildew
On the cosmic breeze of a comet;
Sailing by the passing galaxies
To the cerebrum of the universe’s
Central nervous system.

The bridge between logic and reason
Is built for the sparkling atoms of thought;
Purging doubt and mystery
From the corners of our minds,
And eliminating the inhibitor of
Satanic, and Godly free will.

{ii. Purpose}

March to the sunrise
With the rhythm of a supernova,
And rejoice in the lunar light
Away from the solar cataclysm.
Ritual of space;
Thermonuclear, beautiful grace
Of the genesis fusion of hydrogen
To ultimate iron.
Smothered in subatomic promises of creation,
The journey of light to shadow
Is split apart to reveal its voided entrails
Of fractured physics;
Never again to show remorse
For simply being the messenger
Of purpose.

The tree bears that fickle fruit;
slouched figures swaying in the midnight wind
like its leaves above the garden.

Ripe and sweet to the core;
never satisfied, and wanting more
as the sordid souls ignore
the elements beyond the door.

Hellfire ignites
and sandy scripture lies upon the bay,
like plastic bits of dogma
with infected red resin in its tray.
Rotting fingers of snakeskin
grasp at survival throughout the day.
Make the apple last
in cardboard crematories, they pray
the temptations of Eden away.

A heart that is gold may hold
But a heart that is clear shows fear
For everything inside is displayed to show
How much I’ve been feeling so horridly low

A heart may be there
But not in despair
And calling it weak
Or empty and bleak

Does nothing for you
And they haven’t a clue
To which it feels
To have your hopes slowly peeled
Off the bone and skin
So take your complaints to the garbage bin

I’m not being petty, or stupid and naive
But problems will fall like the brown autumn leaves
And now they are blackened and rot and decay
And I want the sun blotted out and to go far far away

My heart is in tears, but I need not express
For a suffering fool does his part to best
When he admits quietly and with wise dignity
So do shut up and come back when you see
That this is no exaggeration
Merely a human’s limitation
To how far emotions can go
Yet you still whine, “SO?!”

I’m done with today, I want to black out
And I can’t do so much as emit one quick shout
Because a suffering fool admits it quietly
When his one true love is shredded before he.

It is magic; pure pleasant purple-dotted
Oddities in the reflecting pool of our imaginations
Yet is it so absurd to believe in a second in time
Where words mean something and love and rhyme?

I ponder in a candy land upon a sleepy pink hill
And floating one-eyed people tumble around and spill
Out the words that make them real and who they are
But you and I should rise beyond and float amongst the stars.
For the pages of hearts and wet mouths cry
And the cotton-clothed blanket lets us warm and dry
So can’t we simply stay in our warmth so long at peace?
I never want the enchanted feeling of your being to ever cease.

Sit down and surrender to the waves of green
Be at peace, lie back, blend into the serene
All not matters, tomorrow never knows
Drift away into an extraterrestrial doze

Flutes will guide yourself down the lake of incense
Warm fires dance on your body, never breaching your defense
Voices chant a mantra, Hare Hare Krishna
Accept the beautiful universal dogma

All humans liquify in space into one single being
A river of herbs, a location worth seeing
The beauty of living, the meaning within
So join the spirit dance, become enlightened.

It hit me like a brick to the face
How couldn't it?


Like whispering winds suddenly stirred
And my vision became thickened and blurred
Letting my hearing become one with the water
For the drops drip forever, forever becoming hotter
The twangs from the neck echoed throughout the ground
Letting itself be heard and recognized through each precise sound
And the sheer ecstasy created from the random places
Made on the several accounts of each sweaty faces
Let me surrender to the liquid floor
As I fall onto the wide open door
With the cascading abilities of one and within
This epic guitar solo stays right where it's been.

Sitting, standing there
On by wooden stairs

A childish whisper imagines its way through you.

Cotton, candy, skies
Mad marshmallow pies

And all the sweets I promise to share us blue.


So let the love tumble towards us
While laughing, sailing, downwards
I make it to the end of the street and I sigh

Up on shining clouds
Looking, shining, dancing

The waves in your eyes sparkle like a black hole sea.

Pretty autumn birds
Red rectangle words

Feels as though my brain is in the sun.

And never put out the fire
Oh, never put out the fire
I feel like I’m living for the very first time.

Magic feels real
Old banana peel

It seems as though I trip on it, anyway.

Talking without mouths
While in the crowd

And your melody seems to sing so loud.

I've shrugged myself away since three years ago
Always wanting to change away from too much innocence
Wanting to know more about what others did
But now I've learned too much.

I want to be able to go back and cry on the sleeve of myself
And tell him to stay young forever
Tell him to not worry about the future and life
And how big your genitals are.

Tell him never to smoke or drink to death
Tell him to never yell at your angel mother
Or take for granted what keeps you warm at night
And love your friends with a peaceful mind.

Farewell, another part of the child
That once never needed an herb to have fun
He crumbles like the ash on a dusty page
Burned by the lighter of irrational maturity.

I don’t believe in fetus
Only an adult could rule at large
Don’t beg the people to lead us
You’ll need a proper man in charge.

I don’t believe in unity
Because the easier solution is warfare
Forget equal opportunity
Your soul in chains to the country do declare.

I don’t believe in transgender
Because God gave us girl and boy
Anyone else must subdue and surrender
All monsters on Earth we shall destroy.

I don’t believe in science
And evidence can go to hell
Should the smarties show defiance
From society we shall expel.

I don’t believe in woman
Because the capable human is man
And if the opposite *** should rise
Whatever they do, stronger we can.

I don’t believe in diversity
But entitlement belongs to the strong
And while we may show perversity
Isn’t it obvious that whites belong?

I don’t believe in reason
Because the truth is full of lies
And all opposers considered treason
Will see their bodies full of flies.

I only believe in smoke
Because it comes from houses of production
That make materials that dope the folk
Of our corporate **** construction.

The device that sings words from my heart
A plucking action against the strings should I start
From the box of infinity does serenity ring
With happiness and joy my arms to cling

All of the notes that come out to play
Are accurate to the feelings I hope to convey
And as I strum, I’ll keep you in mind
For love and music are poetically entwined.

I stare to my hands that do my ***** work
They type out the words from my mind where they lurk
They write my ****** homework that I’m forced to do
So much that I’ll never be able to see any one of you.

Them hands that write out my thoughts or wishes
And clutch a fork or knife as I eat years of dishes
And they’ll maybe be the same that come with me to my dreams
Of being a free rock star where reality hangs at the seams

Oh, but even as these letters form
I sit here quietly in my cozy blue dorm
That I knew all my life and that I’ll inevitably depart
While I clutch a cold hand to a still beating heart

I hope to use my hands for good
And someday for love if I ever could
So let my hands reach out to your own
And finally they won’t have to stay all alone.

Do something, do nothing
Is what the head goblins say
Say something, don't speak
Is told to me day by day

Make a change, do nothing
Is what the head goblins yell
Write something, write nothing
As they bury me deeper into hell.

Make something, destroy everything
Is what the head goblins request
Walk somewhere, sit somewhere
Ain't they just a pest?

Love her, hate him
Is what the head goblins demand
Talk, speak, riot, reek, isolate, permeate, mediate, violate
The head goblins have me buried in the sand.

I see him every day
Stumbling by the streets that are as old as him.
His wispy air tumbles past his shoulders
As his eyes glaze down and out.

Sometimes I see him walk
And hover without a mouth
It only appears for a cancer stick
That he drains the tobacco clean.

Each time I pass the shield of smoke
He puts up where he sits
I wonder when the day will come
He finishes his final one.

Because I know once he was young too
And I've yet to come by and sit with him
And ask his story after I say these words,
"Hello, old man."

Like grains of sand on a beach
I lay down to rest
But I still blow away in the end.

I can't sit or stand now, and
My legs liquify
To the point where I am just water.

Come by round the town and see
What may you find
In the nuclear town that I made.

Here I dissolve looking out
My cracked window
I awaken without any rest.

When the moon shines on the factory walls
We still see your pain in your quarter stalls
You stumble your way through the grey graveled ground
As your grunts and groans to your masters make no sound

And while the bricks of a future world lay on your back
How long until they collapse on a red linoleum track
You can't see beyond the endless drag of the whips
As the money-coated Pigs command from fat lips

The suffering is infinite inside your cold hardened lung
And everybody knows horses have no message to be sung
And it isn't your fault that you don't know what's true
Because the Dogs have stolen away everything that belonged to you
But one of these days
You must rise and take back the steel-tipped maze
But how could the dumb light in your eyes
Begin to take the Pigs by surprise?

So when do you gallop away from the chain?
So when do you race away in the oil rain?
So when do you open up your heart?
So when do you wake up and revolt and start?
So when do you neigh out your hidden mind?
So when do you free the rest of your kind?
So when do you realize you've worked inside the sun?
So when do you realize this was never any fun?

You want to know how to grow up?
Want to know how to beat the others to the chase?
Want to be on top and kick the others out?
Here, I'll tell you all I ought to know.

Mistrust your brothers and your dear old mother
Forget about your love interest and never onto another
For who has time to love someone in a world that's against you?
At least, you think that's how it has to be.

When you finally isolate everyone that tried to support you
You have to hold out to last all the way to the final frontier
And when you flick away the weak competition
Pull the trigger on 'ole Pipsqueak and Tiny Tim.

And if you falter in your dominant stance
You might be on the glass as you dance........

Cause if you want to be a man
Who has time for compassion and empathy?
And before you have time to argue if it's wrong or right
You'll be smothered by corporate chains with all its might.

Because I'm already full
With the thoughts of her.

I don't know if I got what it takes
To be as talented as her.
I don't know if I got what it makes
To sing as soundly as him.

I don't know if my fingers know
Where the strings on the guitar are
I don't know if I'll be as famous as him
When I'm in my bedroom doing nothing.

I don't know if people will care for this poem
When it isn't even as good as yours
I don't know how long it will trend
If it even will, anyway.

I don't know if I'm playing with fate
Or if love is the way to go
I don't know if the dream is correct
Or if it's just one big mistake.