I wasn't down in the bottom
Nor was I up somewhere High
I feel no need to race the wind
Or spit into the eye
I have no driving hunger
Nor am I starving for results
I'm no more moved by accolades
Than I am by any vile insults
l could leave right this moment
With no need to even look back
No more purpose or Direction
than a windblown empty paper sack
If I had any emotional connection to anything anywhere or at any time
The line which held that feeble pull
Has now released me from all ties that bind
The shadow that I have often followed
Or was aware of in my wake
Doesn't seem to be as intrinsically connected
As the power wane's and lights dim accentuating every ache
So that in turn what might once concern
And set on edge some Keen insight
To push the ink through an all consuming link
Driving that need to succeed by saying it just right
Has just become some Tangled mess
Endless threads and those ancient dreads
For if nothing changes the course or flow
Then that sack in directionalless flight is right in caring not why or when how or where it heads
Who cares if all those words ended up simply scattered
And you are a hollowed-out core nothing more
Defeated and depleted by the knowledge that nothing mattered
If words are heard and only those understood the others we ignore
You know what I mean
understand where I'm coming
from
And you say wow man I can relate
Then tell me my friend
before I end
what's the difference in a morsel
and a crumb
If they all taste the same then they are mundane
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
I wasn't down in the bottom
Nor was I up somewhere High
I feel no need to race the wind
Or spit into the eye
I have no driving hunger
Nor am I starving for results
I'm no more moved by accolades
Than I am by any vile insults
l could leave right this moment
With no need to even look back
No more purpose or Direction
than a windblown empty paper sack
If I had any emotional connection to anything anywhere or at any time
The line which held that feeble pull
Has now released me from all ties that bind
The shadow that I have often followed
Or was aware of in my wake
Doesn't seem to be as intrinsically connected
As the power wane's and lights dim accentuating every ache
So that in turn what might once concern
And set on edge some Keen insight
To push the ink through an all consuming link
Driving that need to succeed by saying it just right
Has just become some Tangled mess
Endless threads and those ancient dreads
For if nothing changes the course or flow
Then that sack in directionalless flight is right in caring not why or when how or where it heads
Who cares if all those words ended up simply scattered
And you are a hollowed-out core nothing more
Defeated and depleted by the knowledge that nothing mattered
If words are heard and only those understood the others we ignore
You know what I mean
understand where I'm coming
from
And you say wow man I can relate
Then tell me my friend
before I end
what's the difference in a morsel
and a crumb
If they all taste the same then they are mundane
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