#305
_Big Empty - Stone Temple Pilots_
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations ****
Falling faster in my car
Time to take her home,
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride it leaves today
No conversation
Time to take her home her dizzy head is
Conscience laden
Time to wait too long, to wait too long
To wait too long
Too much walking shoes worn thin
Too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin
Time to catch her ride it leaves today
Her name is what it means
Too much walking shoe worn thin
Time to take her home
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride it leaves today
No conversation
Time to take her home her dizzy head is
Conscience laden
Time to wait too long, to wait too long
To wait too long
Conversations ****
Conversations ****
Conversations ****
Time to take her home,
Her dizzy head is conscience laden
Time to take a ride it leaves today
No conversation
Time to take her home her dizzy head is
Conscience laden
Time to wait too long, to wait too long
To wait too long
Conversations ****
Conversations ****
Conversations ****
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
An endless track,
Meandering predicatively,
305 times around,
Yet never knowing what lies beyond this
Grizzled track.
Shivering,
My gray spirit presses on,
305 steps taken
Through this impenetrable fog,
Many more to go.
This bight winds on,
This way and that,
305 turns.
The speckles of this devious path
Cloud the search for meaning.
Only a breath,
Only a moment,
305 days.
Run away from the end,
Clear the path for me.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC