Some Hesse for your morning, "Only the ideas that we truly live have any value."

Interestingly enough,
impulse has led it's course.
Repeating the same things,
makes my throat go hoarse.
Each life has so many reasons,
for the consequences they receive.
Keep that
bright
penny
horn
beam
locked in the seems.
Counting dollars for whiskey
instead of the corpse bleeding
holding the beating
of
your
silly
little
heart.

Keep counting your days,
please try
and leave it
at one day
each day
at a time.

leaving
won't keep retreating
the movement of your
crime

yeah you've got
the same girl and
you're still just much too shy.
well look here mate,
I saw your date,
but she's not as
great as mine.

so fine. and charming,
it feels alarming.
trying not to make waste
but to continue the chase
is not an attempt of mine.
I find myself caught
in a bind.

that moment
that meaning
it was nothing more than feeling
the same things I felt, when I felt
like someone else. Today, I feel,
and I am someone else, each day
is today! let's meet someone else
so we can truly be ourselves. Or
just take it away
to a new found place,
because if you go I won't stop you,
I don't mind change. Interesting,
as it was. I find I'm truly alive.
Feeling new things, breathing,
no rings!
I avoided as much that simplicity brings,
I'd never get so attached to such constricting things.
snakes on the loose, cut up and wet, soaking in the
moisture of their guts in their rut.

Not a place to be having
company to boot.
we're all caught in dining
in this strangling root.

cut the cords while I'm dreaming,
I want to rest in peace.
soon nothing but blue water
blue skys and blue brains,
this is all a romantic drama
that blew through my veins.

who could have knew, who would have known?
it's morning and it's raining, let's stay inside all day.
keep away                                                    keep away,
                         the time to play is over.
keep away

                                               keep away.