Where Do I Drop The Four-On-The-Floor?

kenny Poems

I've been missing you, Life You change like the seasons In how much time I've wasted It was a matter of time before I was wasted The drunken bargaining with myself For a better tomorrow Into entry levels A means to an end To the point of meaningless ends To consume and acquire all Everything just becomes like echoes in a hall What's behind the right door? I know my heart beats the path But where do I drop the four on the floor? I'm always running with someone else's song Living in harmony Was always wishful thinking But hope is a helluva drug I'll self-medicate with what's right for me Relocate my mind's wiring To wire tap reconditioning I just need to be restimulated Desensitized by the mundane Monday through Fridays Into an unfulfilling 9-5 Cubicle anti-life Burning the candle at both ends Trying to find the fire inside