Several weeks from you no word and clearly you've been hard at work
Today suddenly posts galore
you say you've got a new band
it's been under wraps
no one questions where you were
unlike me sharing the cart and the horse
so here I expect to be blown away
and of course I'm so kind showering kisses and compliments
so nice
when suddenly I hear the distortions and rage coming from the machines
dissonant and fades away too much the same out of tune out of place
I really hope this is making your happy day
I have made some choices in my life, and sacrificed so much more
like comfort and ego and self and soul to sell to sell
millions for gold
I have excavated and removed dirt clutter and long long days with no end
until the sun goes down and comes up again never ending with friends
those days are long gone though people cannot comprehend
I'm still running down this path running running to the mend
All the holes that get reopened when the empty souls come home
fills up space that I can no longer hold.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
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