everything seem to be damp, wet and cold
there are many young faces in the crowd
but everybody appears to be old.

the clowns are tumbling and the children play
yet nobody seem to have any kind of clues as
to what the faces of clocks may say.

leaves have fallen covering the ground in gold
even birds have become extra silent listening
for signs of winter and it's bitter cold.

everything disappears by the ends of each day
because darkness changes everything as time
slowly slips away.

something is bothering me
and i can't figure it out.
is this what an unstable mind
is suppose to be all about.

i see circles of colors moving  
around inside of my head.
when things should be blue
i see green instead.

the wagon is late getting here
to pick me up.
someone left me a couple of pills
outside my door in a cup.

maybe they see the things that i
sometimes see inside of me.
they're too afraid to tell exactly
what they see.

maybe i'm expected to take this
trip all by myself.
should i keep swallowing pills
until there's nothing left.

it's so much easier for the world
to treat me this way.
seeking my pleasure from a bottle
of pills each and everyday.

I'm stuck on a major highway
my life's all jammed up.
The wheels are turning, I'm not
moving so I'm just stuck.

My lights are flashing on and off
I'm trying to be cautious.
I want to get out of my car and run
away but I'm much too exhausted.

No matter how hard I've turn the
wheel I just cannot make it move.
I left home early this morning and I
sit now watching the nightly moon.

Getting to the point of how this day
has gone, it's really troubling me.
If there's something positive about this
day it hasn't been revealed for me to see.

a force of wind always blowing
forcefully at his back.
rushing tidal waves of despair to
reckon with and that's a fact.

as the sails are lifted to bring about
much needed speed.
there's a sense of emergency that
lies ahead in uncharted seas.

bows may break and there may be
much cargo that's forever lost.
holding on to the title of being a good
captain doesn't comes without a cost.

understanding what's in store as he
protects his unwavering crew.
there's a strong possibility of death
as troubles may brew.

scars of wisdom are embedded deep
within the lines of his face.
willing to befriend all of God's people
as he travels from place to place.

It's the silence of the mind that causes
us all to talk as we sleep.
Sometimes the conversations end on a
happy note, sometimes we may weep.

Visions of the past appear without any
warning signs at all.
Kind of like invisible water in an aisle
that may cause many of us to fall.

There are times when the ghost appear
openly, choosing not to hide.
We're found to be kidding ourselves so
greatly thinking the ghost have died.

In the darkness of the soul's dungeons
many skeletons lay all about.
Creepily dragging the body deeper into
the ground without an easy way out.

taken the steps to disqualify
the used of your name.
she'd blown you many kisses
even when she's ashamed.

she's never said a word when
she knew you were wrong.
she sits gladly and she listens to
the words of your sad song.

there's never a time when she
won't give in.
she's the one and only standing
when you needed a friend.

tired of working the long hours
that keeps her away from the kids.
she's losing faith in you because
you've taken she'd money she's hid.

tears fall from her eyes because she
doesn't know how to get rid of you.
she see's the bottle in your hand and
she doesn't know what you'll do.

verbally and physically she's been
beaten down to the ground.
she's just waiting for the days when
you're no longer around.

all of the evil thing you've done to
her oh! she'll never forget.
but once she's gone those will be the
days that you'll always  regret.

on my side of the fence
the grass is not green.
only a big bald spot that's
taking up the sun's beam.

my pots are empty because
the flowers refuse to grow.
there's no making sense of
the plants I don't even know.

the ground have stones that
have fallen through the cracks.
found an old broken pitchfork
so i decided to throw it back.

no production of any kind not
even a mustard seed.
what's left in this old garden
of mine are only dried up weeds.