A rough day,
and it’s only just started.
Leaking from holes in my head.
Breaking every promise I ever made.
Smashed,
on the wet blacktop.
Only a young man,
but I’m old, now
and without an advocate.
I found
most of my good times
just lying around.
Fucked with my head.
Man, sometimes it’s all I can do
to stay sound,
because Sane
lives in another province,
another state of mind,
that I have not been able
to convince myself to occupy.
I’m alive,
sure,
but am I on fire?
Has life quenched every desire?
I see days like today
and I think about those old
crosses on the hill,
and what would be the odds
my fate would end up there,
because that’s where they put
liars and thieves,
and saviors,
but I’m only one of these,
and not the other.
Man,
I can’t even explain
how I can stare down
the barrel of today
and say,
“Yes please”,
get up and do it again,
but I will.
I don’t think I have a choice,
so, there’s fate again.
Just gonna keep moving.
Can’t let the bastards win.
HG – 2021
