Like a droplet in a river we travel. No clue of direction. Yet we ever flow through the path carved out of us by an entity unknown. Slowly we reach, yet unaware of it, to our destination. Then we fall, by the millions unto the next flow of life.
The desire for chemical relief, playful, wilful abandonment, stirring the ***, awakening the physical urge. Both stripped back, longing for the oxytocin fix, the serenity of melatonin and the minds hush; as our bodies push.
Nearer to me then any one lover My own flesh under these covers Aches and pains and memories Shall I anticipate another dream
Below freezing wind on my face Gotta keep moving no time to waste Love can turn into a forsaken storm I gotta keep moving I gotta stay warm ...........................
I saw the angel of death riding on the back of a pick up truck Emergency room pit stops Picking cigarettes up I just wanted an excuse for death to pick me up The night never stops and there was nothing I could do to sober up
But God sits back and lights up a cigarette Inhaling life into the Dead Satisfied at a job well done