There is some part of me
Which I have gnawed at
Chewed up and bit at
Enough to make you wonder
Whether to put the dying dog down
Or stomp out the raging fire’s last embers

Though I try, I can’t deny
What’s born is to beheld

i'm crammed in a spring-loaded seat
the strangers before me couldn't stand either
the itchy feeling and aching back
You'd think we wouldn't want to sit

but it's all we got.

when those roads become too familiar
or the walls too dull-

Why spend your quarters
when you're living from a seat?

So carefully and quietly they placed you
you can't even recall arriving, but the
the itch and the ache
isn't so bad; it's almost easy


Besides the run-time leaving us run-down
turning gray like the turning before us
eyes glassy from some unthinkable feeling, far away now, inside some slumped body

I perhaps knew it once
But that's all behind the screen now.

Why get up if you've got nothing to stand for?
Motion after motion only driven by small tasks
A mind clouded with indecision:

Should I ask more or...?

Keep diluting the solution with false notions
Stay hidden from true emotions

Dumbed down by a system designed to make you forget
Deconstructed drunkards I'm sure you have met
Downplaying the destruction with every dime that they get
And yet-

We return to our chains, to our chairs and our beds
And watch the river flow calmly.

I can't sleep until I hear the birds.
To remind me that waking up is worth singing about.