everything is cloudy
on a sunny day
the sky parts and smiles
but i only look down
seems i'm stuck
just like before
you'd think i'd know
how to bust down this door
by now

but no

oh no
it's never that easy
see, every valley is different
similar but not the same
you slide down
with no effort at all
but climbing back up
with no guarantee, you fall
and your body slaps the pavement
just like that
blood splatter and broken teeth
messy and brutal
look mom, i'm a modern art masterpiece

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you are not special
you are not special
you are only
my imagination.
you are not my foundation, fixation, frustration.

you are fire flirtation.
pupil dilation.
tablet temptation.

closed circuit consideration.
and this is all you will ever be.
you were never my medication.

you are not special
you are not special
the mantra is *******

but really i was always too afraid to say
"be my tonight and you'll be my tomorrow"
and i don't know how long forever is but
we can find out,
right?

i don't get around much
anymore
things run fast and then
slow
s l o w
s  l  o  w

when i'm at work i can't
wait to get
out
when i'm out
i'm bored
witless
nothing on my
hit list
to do
anymore
no more
evermore
for sure

guess you could say
i'm knee deep
in a rut
it's hard to get around
when nothing seems
fun
just mindless work
for money
i don't use
just sock away
my bank is happy
but i'm just
blank

i guess
i think
an educated guess
but nothing seems
to really come
to surface
ushering people on the job
but never my ideas to fruition
i'm stuck
no fun
all work
no play
they say
make's johnny a dull boy
just another battery powered toy
of the lean machine
of the corporation
i just
i just don't
i just don't know what
to do with myself

The lost elk on blue pine mountain,
Where all the stunted world is small,
Know the face of winter as it founts,
Above tree lines, trumpet all is cold.