The system has failed
And I'm slipping through cracks
If the system can't catch me
Then there's no climbing back

They put it in place
Born to serve and protect
If the system can't catch me
Don't know what happens next

Sweet salvation lies in sleep
Make it dreamless, make it deep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Sweet salvation lies in naught
Away from memory, away from thought
I pray the Lord my soul forgot
I pray the Lord my soul forgot

Some folks are impatient
Some folks wait their turn
Some folks cut to the front of the line
Some folks never learn

Some folks put on sunscreen
Some folks don't and burn
Some folks get their skin replaced
Some folks never learn

Some folks keep their lungs clean
Some folks make theirs yearn
Some folks never get fresh air
Some folks never learn

Some folks get what they take
Some folks what they earn
Some folks spend their lives in jail
Some folks never learn

Mighty am I,
Standing over my kingdom:

The headlights beneath me are beneath me,
All the people beneath me are beneath me.

You've got it made is what they say,
And I look down at them from my balcony.

No stranger to heights am I,
And I have ascended to the greatest of heights.

No pity do I feel for the ground dwellers,
Though I have slept upon the ground many nights.

Hard work pays off, so they say,
And they say you reap what you sow.

These things I have grown, I once planted,
And I nurtured them so they would grow.

For all that I have I am thankful,
And all of my thanks go to me

For getting my knuckles all *****
To one day have a balcony

a man gets double vision when
he gets two pitchers deep
one eye sees a ski hill while
the other pictures sleep
one eye keeps the door ajar
the other sees it lock
neither one has any clue
what time it is o'clock

the  only sensation
more satisfying
than scratching an itch
that you just can't ignore
is the euphoria
which overloads
an insignificant little mosquito's miniscule brain
as it ***** that precious drop of blood from your insignificant veins

it starts to collect and grow

in

the ticking minutes post midnight

the first shadows of decay

the final rays of sunlight

the high speed crash which stifles

the laughter of every joy ride

the corners of the room where no one sits



cobwebs creep and cluster

causing claustrophobics to cling to one another

afraid of public restrooms

yet accepting of strangers embraces

as the blind man hears a train

and thanks god he can't see it

for some sounds look more hideous than they are



it festers as

the house grows lonely

the lawn becomes unkempt

the kids have grown and gone

the dog has died and decayed

beneath a short white post

reading in peace resting



it finds every home

and every bone

and every body

and every dashboard

and every beginning

and especially every end