It's five in the morning. Dogs are kicking there legs. Your friends are sleeping Or trying to. Youth stale as drinks left over night and wasted. A lot like your friends Except no one cares as much.
Education sat beaten Between smoke banana walls in the southwest corner Of a building bubbling nonsense I sat proud and tense Eager Clutching at some no name chance To lurk and let down I gained your attention and lost purpose managing to tiptoe Into sincerity
Any feeling that I have comes from my throat but it's brewed in my heart and buried in my soul. A bitter ale beyond red tail and Mendocino swells. The grapes in all the wrath of fall and stories that we tell.
Learn to keep your head above water. Enough to watch all the ships sail off. Wading or conditioning, know you will never build a boat. Sensitivity is the boot on your head drowning you. Always feeling light enough to carry. Its drowning you. Just in time to miss the ships, swallowed in sunsets and blue deserts. But maybe you find Atlantis.
I am the emotional ostrich that you have made. You have bred me to hate To trust no one of flesh. Vain outlets you will never read. The sun will never see itself rise. You are a list of let downs And post-its of false promise. Compulsive like the moon Spinning through everything and nothing. You are the core of my being And remain the sand in my ears.
And it all amounts to nothing. It starts where it ended. Never known for what but for who. A bike made for two. Road alone and long In the crack you shouldn't have and the space you never fill. Its teaming. Flowing and running and going never stopping like emotion not rational. Freestyle what they see they are society. They are what they say you shouldn't. You want to be what you wont accept.