mind spiral, wound tight
around frightening disclosures,
chills felt, blunt force
from the blatant exposure
to empty faces
squeezing narrowly
through wide open spaces,
the tragedy of reality
slowly erases
the outer inches
of already diminishing smiles,
as we stand, hand in hand,
singing ‘God, bless the child….please!’
cause this disease
pollutes the mind’s seas
corrosive waters
and no type of escape
seems to ease…
cause it's inner-sanity
that’s making us believe
what we believe
can’t call the doctor on this one
it won’t help with two Aleve….
people lost, in drunken stupor,
children forced to understand,
that this world is all we’ve got
and that’s the main problem at hand,
nothing ventured
nothing gained…
but the attempt becomes the strain
since, at any second…it all can be struck down,
and then here comes the rain,
and the pain, of fractured living,
the demand, of always giving,
I want to receive,
I want to believe
that it’s worth it in the end
the end….
is it near us?
or many years away?
I’m too busy struggling to focus on tomorrow
trapped in the wars of today…
but hey, I’m just complaining
I guess it places ease within my mind,
I’m just tired of inching forward
because I’m busy looking behind,
over my shoulder
for the vultures, still waiting for me to drop,
well, one day, they’ll get their wish,
but for now, I won’t stop
so, let it rain
let it pour,
I’m standing in the doorway
watching the clouds accumulate
realizing there’s got to be some way
to make life make sense
until I find it…I’ll just live it
exactly how it is…
cause in kind of living is better than dead
and that’s all
I need…
to feel
around frightening disclosures,
chills felt, blunt force
from the blatant exposure
to empty faces
squeezing narrowly
through wide open spaces,
the tragedy of reality
slowly erases
the outer inches
of already diminishing smiles,
as we stand, hand in hand,
singing ‘God, bless the child….please!’
cause this disease
pollutes the mind’s seas
corrosive waters
and no type of escape
seems to ease…
cause it's inner-sanity
that’s making us believe
what we believe
can’t call the doctor on this one
it won’t help with two Aleve….
people lost, in drunken stupor,
children forced to understand,
that this world is all we’ve got
and that’s the main problem at hand,
nothing ventured
nothing gained…
but the attempt becomes the strain
since, at any second…it all can be struck down,
and then here comes the rain,
and the pain, of fractured living,
the demand, of always giving,
I want to receive,
I want to believe
that it’s worth it in the end
the end….
is it near us?
or many years away?
I’m too busy struggling to focus on tomorrow
trapped in the wars of today…
but hey, I’m just complaining
I guess it places ease within my mind,
I’m just tired of inching forward
because I’m busy looking behind,
over my shoulder
for the vultures, still waiting for me to drop,
well, one day, they’ll get their wish,
but for now, I won’t stop
so, let it rain
let it pour,
I’m standing in the doorway
watching the clouds accumulate
realizing there’s got to be some way
to make life make sense
until I find it…I’ll just live it
exactly how it is…
cause in kind of living is better than dead
and that’s all
I need…
to feel
