and its like nothing...this one isnt about me really
and its like nothing you step and you grow and you feel and you
die and tinylittle mind
numbing moments flash infrontofyour darkning eyes
and its like feeling without hands and stAring when youre blind
and even at the end its all true
all done but little voice
says just(like(offhand-I didnt even ask whie) but then
its so long and days drag on and everyone you cant stand and
even if they smile and try to make you laugh its still
a miiiillion years and you have nOthing to look forward to and its
like a rope to a tree holding you back,until,youre,finally,free-
and alone and whys that? and why is what you wanted mean to be so
remote And independence is without
friends and
a l o n e a l o n e a l o n e
just like you planned but somehow
different than the blueprint
and then like Lightning on one spot someone comes along
that can for maybe as much as three seconds stand you or more
and happenstance lightning strikes the same tree 2ice and anyway
they had nuthin better to do I guess and like someone paused
and fastforwarded your comical doings cuz its meandering and
quicklyquickly fast to nowhere
but its still like magic did time pass like the bleeding
images outside a window of a car was your life your feet flat
to the floor on the gas and you pull
out memory like when
you fell down that time and called and called out and you needed
somebody but nobody would come so you quit cryin and picked
Youself up and found a better way on Your own and when she tried
to hold You and say she was sorry You said no and made Your
own way
away and quiet You were and self
composed and cold.
and then that time where the arms
of his memory were re attatched and held out to You saying
in that boyishtearful soft way that it wasnt Your fault and You
take Yourself in those babiearms and you cry
and cry when you needed someone or that time
when those kids you thought maybe
they were okay and there were some
summers where you thought they had your back and maybe
in a guyway you dig but then-
theyd see you when you were older and pretended
Pretend like you werent there or you were both different than
you were before
but really
youre the same a little kid
inside or like a little daisy inside you and theyre the ones
thats changed. so then what? youre a l o n e like the plan
but don’t like it anymore so what
will you do different?
bet you a million dollars your sonll feel the same things and
youre lOOkin down at him and his soft brown eyes and when he
cries cuz he needs someone will u be numb like before or at
Goodbye. will it be
forever and will he
pick Hiself up and youre gone.
s k doyle
die and tinylittle mind
numbing moments flash infrontofyour darkning eyes
and its like feeling without hands and stAring when youre blind
and even at the end its all true
all done but little voice
says just(like(offhand-I didnt even ask whie) but then
its so long and days drag on and everyone you cant stand and
even if they smile and try to make you laugh its still
a miiiillion years and you have nOthing to look forward to and its
like a rope to a tree holding you back,until,youre,finally,free-
and alone and whys that? and why is what you wanted mean to be so
remote And independence is without
friends and
a l o n e a l o n e a l o n e
just like you planned but somehow
different than the blueprint
and then like Lightning on one spot someone comes along
that can for maybe as much as three seconds stand you or more
and happenstance lightning strikes the same tree 2ice and anyway
they had nuthin better to do I guess and like someone paused
and fastforwarded your comical doings cuz its meandering and
quicklyquickly fast to nowhere
but its still like magic did time pass like the bleeding
images outside a window of a car was your life your feet flat
to the floor on the gas and you pull
out memory like when
you fell down that time and called and called out and you needed
somebody but nobody would come so you quit cryin and picked
Youself up and found a better way on Your own and when she tried
to hold You and say she was sorry You said no and made Your
own way
away and quiet You were and self
composed and cold.
and then that time where the arms
of his memory were re attatched and held out to You saying
in that boyishtearful soft way that it wasnt Your fault and You
take Yourself in those babiearms and you cry
and cry when you needed someone or that time
when those kids you thought maybe
they were okay and there were some
summers where you thought they had your back and maybe
in a guyway you dig but then-
theyd see you when you were older and pretended
Pretend like you werent there or you were both different than
you were before
but really
youre the same a little kid
inside or like a little daisy inside you and theyre the ones
thats changed. so then what? youre a l o n e like the plan
but don’t like it anymore so what
will you do different?
bet you a million dollars your sonll feel the same things and
youre lOOkin down at him and his soft brown eyes and when he
cries cuz he needs someone will u be numb like before or at
Goodbye. will it be
forever and will he
pick Hiself up and youre gone.
s k doyle