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You are the answer
You are the question
You are indulgence
And you are mass discretion
I am the student
I am the teacher
I am the sinner
And I am the preacher
You are the rabbit
You are the fox
You are both inside
And outside the box
I'm empty pockets
with future wealth
I am acknowledgment
with assassin like stealth
We are practically strangers
Yet we know each other so well
We're riding high on Ferris wheels
While on our own carousel
We are together
Yet at times far apart
We know not where we end
But we know where we would start
I know you'll be waiting, still wild as a fire,
At the pearly gates
Still cracking jokes and swinging bats
So very nineteen ninety-eight
Pinching **** from underwear drawers
Of the patron ****** saints
And teaching all the angels
How to pull your favorite pranks

Pull out that flask from your white robe
This one's for you, my favorite ghost,
You always said Hell was at the end of your road
But I think that we both know

For once, you're looking down on me
Like a lion made of paper mâché
Caught up in an earthquake
They think I look so brave
But I fall apart on shaky days
Like having the courage,
but being far from a lion,
I have no straw man,
but a heart to stitch
I have a great mind
Yet it's over oiled
And I've wandered the road
In search of all I've missed

I don't look like a night tremor
But I am
Oh, I am
I don't look like the Fisher King
But I am
Oh, I am
I don't look like a night tremor
But when you dream of fields
I am the burning emmer
I don't look like the Fisher King
But when I lost my mind
it seems I gained everything
I may play with this one a bit more. But for now it will stay as is, it will remain organic.
You said:
I got the drugs and I got the funk
Oh, I got something better than love

I said:
That's not how the Beck song goes.
Did you lose the lyrics up your sleeve or up your nose?

You said:
I guess that I don't know.
I just want something that's somebody else's
To feel like my own

And I said:
Oh...
You can have the right gameplan
You can win all the rounds
But you still need your chin tucked
Until the final bell sounds

See,
My footwork was perfect
I'd slip in, jab, slip out
And I avoided the takedowns
For most of the bout

The final stanza opened
He came out slingin' leather
So I stuck to the outside
I've been taught to know better

I should've pushed for the finish
But I thought I'd play it safe
When I woke up after the fifth
Coach asked if I knew my name

I told him, "what happened?"
I asked him, "I'm fine."
The cage was still spinning
And I couldn't clear my mind

"You got caught, kid
But it could be much worse
You could be leavin' Las Vegas
In the back of a hearse."

I felt so disappointed
Like I let everyone down
My trainers, my family
And everyone in my hometown

Then he smiled at me
"But you were saved by the bell!
Running on instincts alone
You made it through Hell."

The fog began to roll back
I could make out the cheers
I guess hard work and dedication
Paid off through the years

So just remember this story
The next time you're in doubt
You may find yourself down
But never count yourself out
I'm not from golden California
The home of the laid back
I'm a sharp mind stuck in the
Midwest
A needle lost in the hay stack
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