Oct 2011
You want to know what I’m thinking about.
I couldn’t tell you my last thought before it skipped out
Of my head and rolled on the cold tiled floor,
Lingered no longer than a second and made its way to the door.
Out into the car, where it wouldn’t stay for long.
Like the tune on the radio, my girl’s favorite song.
Every scent, every memory, is linked to a thought.
Wasted dollars and cents; resentment of the lessons incorrectly taught.
It takes just a little bit of time. Think of every thought as an investment,
with 84,600 seconds in the day, the number of the thoughts that came and went
Like escaping from a hideaway you end up on the highway, heading north
processing the next move that you’ll make, setting a course
the thought then is to pick up speed or to slam on the breaks,
is this the high road or is this nothing but another mistake?
Those which are made, and the dues that are paid
you go all in when what you need is the Ace of Spades.
because you don’t control The cards which are laid on the table,
it just matters that you do what it takes make yourself stable
capable of making moves, escaping from the captivity of the mind,
and the words and how they make a path, either curved or in a straight line,
burn some bridges. When you speak, if thoughts aren’t aligned into words,
the mind gets intertwined and confused and it hurts,
leaving you livid, unsure if life’s worth living, just spinning,
like a top that won’t drop until your heart stops.
But then tip-tap of rain drops the windshield bring you back to solid ground,
when you realize you were thinking and you couldn’t hear a sound.
The windshield wipers furiously working to keep it clear,
of the droplets that explode aggressively like thoughts of surfacing fear.
The point is I never know what I’m thinking about
until the new thought’s started and the last has checked out.
So don’t ask me questions and I won’t tell you a lie,
but I am always thinking, throughout the day, one thought at a time.
I couldn’t tell you my last thought before it skipped out
Of my head and rolled on the cold tiled floor,
Lingered no longer than a second and made its way to the door.
Out into the car, where it wouldn’t stay for long.
Like the tune on the radio, my girl’s favorite song.
Every scent, every memory, is linked to a thought.
Wasted dollars and cents; resentment of the lessons incorrectly taught.
It takes just a little bit of time. Think of every thought as an investment,
with 84,600 seconds in the day, the number of the thoughts that came and went
Like escaping from a hideaway you end up on the highway, heading north
processing the next move that you’ll make, setting a course
the thought then is to pick up speed or to slam on the breaks,
is this the high road or is this nothing but another mistake?
Those which are made, and the dues that are paid
you go all in when what you need is the Ace of Spades.
because you don’t control The cards which are laid on the table,
it just matters that you do what it takes make yourself stable
capable of making moves, escaping from the captivity of the mind,
and the words and how they make a path, either curved or in a straight line,
burn some bridges. When you speak, if thoughts aren’t aligned into words,
the mind gets intertwined and confused and it hurts,
leaving you livid, unsure if life’s worth living, just spinning,
like a top that won’t drop until your heart stops.
But then tip-tap of rain drops the windshield bring you back to solid ground,
when you realize you were thinking and you couldn’t hear a sound.
The windshield wipers furiously working to keep it clear,
of the droplets that explode aggressively like thoughts of surfacing fear.
The point is I never know what I’m thinking about
until the new thought’s started and the last has checked out.
So don’t ask me questions and I won’t tell you a lie,
but I am always thinking, throughout the day, one thought at a time.
