I think I'd maybe like to
bang my head against this wall
until I'm dumb enough to think
that I could really have it all
that I'm as likely as the next guy
that it's not all bought and sold
that my perceptions are not
speeding up how fast I'm getting old
I bang my head against
ephemera that shifts and slides
convinced that somewhere in the
middle is the nut where all truth hides
I'm not exactly getting dumber
but a little easy to predict
If I had planned it all out better
I'm not sure this is the wall
I would have picked
what
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