#blazer
Yet again I zone out on these back streets
Guided by the instinct
Of my former self.
I can see the past now,
Pretentiously smiling back.
There’s things I can’t escape,
But everything else, I just ran.
My eyes were focused on the clouds.
I can remember seeing the places that I’ve never been
For the first time
And the last time.
I was swinging for the moon.
I knew I would see it soon.
Did I oversleep? Did I overdream?
It still thinks about me to this day.
The past is something I wanna eject from my brain.
Then lock it in a box and never ever see it again.
But the past still thinks of me to this day.
I was swinging for Mars
Or at the very least, the stars.
Couldn’t hesitate, no time to delay.
I’m still trying to find the best way.
But I think back to in that classroom asking myself why.
Why can’t I just walk away?
It still thinks about my everyday.
I still think about it to this day.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
I often
wonder what
happened to
that blazer
my old man
bought for me.
For Sunday
best, he said.
It was black
with silver
looking cold
buttons down
the boys' side
as fashion
dictated.
My old man
would fold up
an ironed
cotton white
handkerchief
for the top
small outside
pocket space.
I once had
a coloured
photograph
of me and
the blazer
one Sunday
out some place
with me there
with a smile
on my face.
My old man
is dead now
but where that
black blazer
is now I've
no idea.
Maybe out
there somewhere
in a lost
different sphere.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC
The boxcars empty and the track dead ends
But they'll be selling tickets til the world ends
Gold dust and lies
Glittered dust and lies
You've got your visions but your feet our on the ground
You're gonna wander this whole big world around
Chasing the skies
Always chasing the skies
Saddle up, hit 'em up
Take to the skies
Ain't no make can catch you
but believe me boy they'll try
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC