A pack of American Spirits,
The thermos is full of brew,
This morning sunrise,
I’m thinking of you,
Packing an extra helmet and another pair of gloves,
I am happy,
Gonna pick you up

When we wheelied,
You held me tight,
Going around corners,
We leaned just right,
Bodies synced,
Dancing in the moonlight
You were the one,
That caught my sight

The helmets are broken,
The bike is too,
I broke it all myself,
Flew over the view,
Now I have this prescription glue,
That makes it hard to chew,
Feels like I have the flu,
And the doctor hasn’t a clue,
Why I’m not yet new,
But I know,
It’s you

Days blur,
Always causing a stir,
Speech is slurred,
Forgetting what’s occurred

Another new pill,
To get me over that hill,
It’s supposed to be chill,
But the side effects make me ill

To my frustration,
I’m still at the station,
Stronger hallucinations,
Have put a hold on my location

No man has ever died in a pool of his own tears,
Years of fears,
Just a smear on the sphere
Two eyes, and a pair of ears

Swooping through space,
My vision is filled with yins yanging through gaps in time

The first falls
Trying to catch himself
He is bound to stride for eternity
Sprinting into the void

The next shaman
Looses consciousness
Awake in his own dream
He does not compute

The third elder falls to his face
****** into the black hole sun
Madness clawing its way
Toward me
Relentless

I grind my teeth
To a fine powder
Eyes bulging
From my skull
I resist
My body disappears

How long
Can you look at the blinds
Melting, dripping, looming

How long
Can you watch the still drapes
Fluttering, dancing, shifting

How long
Can you stare down that wall
Snowing waves, shimmering

How long
Can you stand it
Trembling, electrified, paralyzed
You couldn’t sit if you wanted.

One two, I’m in a mood.
Three four, lock the doors.
Five six, what’s the fix?
Seven eight, cry an hour straight
Nine ten, better again.

It all started back in 97
I died when I was a kid
Didn’t want to go to heaven
I missed my ma,
I missed my pa,
I missed the sweet curves of Arkansas

I came back worried
Had to live life fast
Dropped a gear
And began to pass
Looked back in the mirror
I lost sight of what truly last
It’s all about the people you know
We can all be happy if you go with the flow

We all family down here on dirt
People are evil because of worth
You work too hard you end up in a hearse
You know that you can live out of a purse?
Take a walk
Never come back
Never wake up from your nap
Camping with your friends for life
People on the streets with guns and knives
In the woods there ain’t no strife
It’s just you and your next meal
That’s the life

But we can be better than that
We call ourselves civilized as a fact
Brothers killing brothers ain’t the way to go
Life is easier just go with the flow
Are you happy in that big house all alone?
You don’t need keys when you’re in the grave
Why you workin so hard to save?
Can’t you be happy with the choices you’ve made?
It’s in the past it’s all a fade
You could lose it all in a raid
Help your brother when he needs aid
Do positive and maybe you’ll be saved

I've lost my keys,
I've lost my mind.
I keep a spare set,
For just this one time.

Strum some chords,
And make a song,
If I had still a brain,
I'd even sing along

Body spinning circles,
And the mind doing flips,
I check in the fridge,
Under the stapler and dip

My most flexed muscle,
I know it is fried,
Once capable of greatness,
I believe it has died

Not sure whether,
to sob or scream,
I slump into a chair,
And put on some Queen

The song is familiar,
I've heard it before,
I used to play it,
At 104

Wrong side of the road,
not giving a ****,
I played that song,
Into the lights of a truck

But I'm not going 104 anymore,
I'm sitting still,
because I've lost my **** keys