In days, life changes faster than you can count
we pace the corridors, hoping for progress,
rushing the horses out of the gates, maybe they should not
forgive the trees for the sap that leaks out, after all, who can one be to control it?
the parasites are digging up all the dirty tricks in the evening news, and my story is left out
maybe for some, a true guess at what was said was, a shot in the dark, in the mid noon sun
after shorting a long whiles misguided walk, a one sided conversation is easier to find than a double eagle
most days end up the same, while one night sessions in a local bar with my head against a bottle is less recurring than most likely necessary, may I pray for a rain cloud in this overheated death ray of a day
I do not ever change fast enough for the machine, returns are finding their way back in line again the line a man sets out on a table,
in fear I walk through the flames that lick at my lungs, with soot and a feeling of fresh air, my dying test of madness asks me to make an ass of myself, so curiously, I remain hidden in a fortress made of hair dryers and false teeth, maybe for the fact that the one and only true thing is the missing heart, then we know retirement from a present day more human than one can believe profession has stranded me heartless and confessing my only true secret,
that my only daunting task now is to turn back all the clocks and remove the nails, to clean up the decisions I've made, and realize that dreams don't come true
I am in a different state of mind than usual, and I hope this challenges what some people call and consider mind altering, because if it makes sense to many people, than I know many people are losing it.
