Joshua W.F. Hale © 2014
On a journey through the past and a trip o the fast to the last.
Times change and memories fade
behind broken eyes and shattered minds
Weeks turn to months and
years somehow go faster
when the beat picks up.
All the things best figured out
before the tide comes
with the moon.
Friends and enemies all gathered
together in the same wasted space
known as my sanity.
Who can I count on, turn to
lean on and hold up?
Why wasn’t I told the day I was born,
where all my changes were made?
Somehow you’re expected to go on
pay attention, give money to the needy
and advice to the dim-witted.
It always seems to be me needing to change,
adapt, conform, figure out and understand.
Constantly left with a sensation
Keep a big smile and your head high
stops the world from asking questions, from becoming suspicious.
What are you thinking when you find yourself sinking
deeper and deeper, steeper and cheaper.
So far down you find yourself up
higher than ever before,
but more separated than collected.
Not calm but uneasy. Do you believe me?
Is this something you can see?
Ripples and waves from many forms
of hydrogen bonding with oxygen.
Ice, water, and vapour, freezing cold then hot.
Like the rest of us, unable to make up our minds.
I won’t let the question be. What if I had done that this way?
I chose to live life for new, deviate from the consequence.
“Hello cowgirl in the sand. Can I stay here for a while?”
Hopefully someday I’ll find everything I’m looking for.
The endless list weighing down your/my heels
but someday I’ll find it. It and all its inner workings
fulfilling fruitful frustrations amongst it’s other selves.
Eventually everyone gets the Blues.