Something about this dollar I'm spending
Makes me feel I could be never ending
It's amazing what we pay to feel less human for a day
My brain gets hazy
The world thinks I'm lazy
Hell, they may be be right
But I worked late tonight
So it's off to the bar I go
And let the alcohol flow
I'm drinking out tonight

I stood at the edge of the chasm
Andy soul shook with spasm
The air was ****** from me
And with my own strength a fiend broke free
From the chasm it rose
And in the silence of my mind it carved it's prose
I felt the hollowness of fear
The beast drew near
It ****** the breath from my throat
So with my hand, in the air I wrote
"By what name do they call you?"
And with my own breath the beast responded
"Meaningless"

Available to best offer
One life gently used
Comes with some people to which it's fused.
It's fine to function
Just needs someone with gumption
It's a bit slow on the take
Outcomes will rely on the effort you make
There's not much wrong with it
I just couldn't get along with it
I tried my best to make it thrive
Bust honestly it's just taken a nose dive
So if you think your the one to make it prosper
Just give me your best offer.

Life is rigid
Like the virus that rends the warm body frigid
Reality is wild
Like the hurtful question from a child
Fear drives you to contain it
But life needs chaos to sustain it
Unbridled imagination
A scary engine of creation
Cautious hearts yearn for limitation
But such a life's an empty imitation

I saw colors while I lived
It's all my generation had to give
It never made me grow or think
Information brought us to the brink
Conflicting notions overwhelmed us
We found color less calamitous
Bright pink and neon green
No real meaning to gleam
A person's shaped by the age he's born in
And I saw colors while I lived.

He hang it on a twang
In every line he sang
It came from the deepest part of nature
Not clothed in the eloquence of stature
The low thrumming of the guitar strings
Pulled the heart stronger than any man sings
The wild wail of the violin
Scooped up the heart and pulled again
The words he crafted
Conveyed a life that had him recanted
As though he had been the sin
And life had renounced him
The artist layers deep
And in my chair I'll keep
Slowly rotating the empty glass
As these feelings around me pass