FINDING TIME TO TAKE YOUR PLACE IN EVERY WORD
ITS JUST THE SAME LINE, SAME TWO WHEELS HITTING EVERY CURB
AND ANSWER IN RESPONSE TO EVERY STANCE AND NEUTRAL ACT
AND THERES NO RIGHT, NO FEAR, NO WORD AT ALL
BEAT MY HEAD AGAINST A STONE BRICK WALL AND WHATS THAT DO
EXCEPT RELEASE ONE BLACK SINGULAR EMOTION
A FRIEND OF MINE ONCE SAID
"IT'S ALWAYS STRANGE BEFORE IT'S TIME"
BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE MEANT, OR EVEN WHO HE WAS
THROUGH TATTERED LIES AND COMMUNICATION
I FIND MYSELF TRYING TO DE-CREATE MYSELF
WHILE IN IT'S PRIME, DECISIONS MADE ITS TIME AND RIDE
AMUCK, ITS JUST LIKE THAT IT GOES APART IT GOES APART AND THEN IT LACKS
IN TIME, IS IT PASSION WIDE, IS IT YOUR LOVE, OR IS IT MINE?
AND ABSOLUTE DEPRESSION RUNNING DOWN
EVERY STEP FORWARD TAKES YOU RIGHT BACK TO THE SAME BLACK HOLE
I RIDE MY BIKE INTO A BIG DARK PUDDLE
AND IT RUSTS MY SPOKES, AND I JUST CRY
