poems
180 out of 365
Isn’t a number so much
As my time
Wasted
However at the start
Like in my usual way
Began with a bang
Wasted
Fireworks on my eyes
When I’m obviously color blind
All I saw was flashing lights
Wasted
That energy could
Have went to better use
Sabbath searching for some cosmic truth
Wasted
Pounding pavement
Without gloves on fist leaves
Bruises on the soul
Wasted
And the fact that I could not see
What was obviously right in front of me
My life just seems to be
Wasted
__________________________
Driving down any highway town
Finding that when you expect disappointment
Tears no longer form from behind eyes
It shows in wrinkles of faces
And white hair on heads
Thinking best behind a wheel
With sad song soundtracks
Strumming dashboards
And steering wheels
To paths of empty shells
Selves filled with doubt
Get a good dusting sometime
But they never come down
Dates mark times of new fears finding ways
Of blinding optimism and back come the pessimist
And talk about the why and
how could it go downlike that
Until the sun shines on shadows of doubt
This car drives on back to a nameless home
Filled with unknowns
No one wants to be alone
In a house filled with people
But sometimes in the all the time shit happens
And someone always gets burned and blamed
Left with no pride but shame
And driving round
doesn’t solve or give solutions
But it sure feels good when the wind and road
Pass you by
Isn’t a number so much
As my time
Wasted
However at the start
Like in my usual way
Began with a bang
Wasted
Fireworks on my eyes
When I’m obviously color blind
All I saw was flashing lights
Wasted
That energy could
Have went to better use
Sabbath searching for some cosmic truth
Wasted
Pounding pavement
Without gloves on fist leaves
Bruises on the soul
Wasted
And the fact that I could not see
What was obviously right in front of me
My life just seems to be
Wasted
__________________________
Driving down any highway town
Finding that when you expect disappointment
Tears no longer form from behind eyes
It shows in wrinkles of faces
And white hair on heads
Thinking best behind a wheel
With sad song soundtracks
Strumming dashboards
And steering wheels
To paths of empty shells
Selves filled with doubt
Get a good dusting sometime
But they never come down
Dates mark times of new fears finding ways
Of blinding optimism and back come the pessimist
And talk about the why and
how could it go downlike that
Until the sun shines on shadows of doubt
This car drives on back to a nameless home
Filled with unknowns
No one wants to be alone
In a house filled with people
But sometimes in the all the time shit happens
And someone always gets burned and blamed
Left with no pride but shame
And driving round
doesn’t solve or give solutions
But it sure feels good when the wind and road
Pass you by