Truth I Suppose



An empty park, a crowded park

The moonlit dark or a sunny day


I'm always still within some cage


Scratching at the breeze

Below this blue ancient tarp


God threw up at the start


It trapped the beat in my heart

That quickly speeds


But I feel alive


No feel let down

By this life that I rent


A lonely tenant


The landlord yields

A single tear


Yeah a sad joke


Yeah one that he wrote

So Sorry....


Tom's song or Hunter's ring


Soften the sounds that sing

Into my head on a day of spring


Poisoned with Rain


Books filled with information

Meditation, oval medications


Create a mild sedation


That keeps me sane

But I feel alive


No feel let down


By this life that I rent

A lonely tenant


The landlord cries


A perfect laugh

Yeah a bad joke


Yeah one that he wrote


So Please!

I don't know any other way


I don't know any other way


So right now won't you come with me?

Write the page then let it be

Read the book and finally see


Nothing....

Today I try to do as I please


No more chattering teeth

I especially don't slur my speech

To make a bad feeling reverse


But I feel alive

No feel let down


By this life that I rent

A lonely tenant

The landlord yields


A single tear

Yeah a sad joke

Yeah one that he wrote

So Sorry....