Memory fading away
blurred by time
maybe I wanted to forget
a teardrop in the rain
a dunken night
one of many
hungover again today
did I learn anything
Never talk that much
about it
or what it felt like
every meaning fading away
and I cant bring myself
to tell you
need to move on
stuck in this distant night
You’ve got it all, won the game
shiny little inner city apartment
no larger than your imagination
as wild as your dreams,
and your wild nights out
at the same bars with the same people
and the same overpriced craft beer bullshit
going out just for the thrill
that you might see a girl pissing accross the footpath.
Tricked into thinkin this is success, thinking alternative is a haircut
you made it well done good job
and keep climbing that social ladder
see where it takes you, the land of meaningless lattes,
and see that bum on the street
look down on him, judge
he’ll just spend that hat full of coins on drugs
keep drinking that botique beer son.
And keep an eye on anyone who strays from your path
the losers dropouts druggos
they’re not like you, they’re all messed up
Just stay normal.
This funny old world,
seems to have taken me
for a long walk down a strange path,
It’s nice here though
Looked out the window this morning
and realised how lucky I am
to see the sun every day
How have I been so ungrateful
to never have seen it before
Far away from all the shit
but in it just the same
Went down the road a sunny day
and came back in the rain
Seeing double thinking straight
guess it’s quite a shame
I dont know what to say
these rhyming words are strained
But its ok the world’s still here
and nothing else has changed
It’s just my mind flying off
on its own way
You’re still there on your own
drinking life away
I guess I’m useless sitting here
thinking of your pain
You walk your way, blue
and I’ll walk mine too
Then another day
we might cross our ways,
again
The most beautiful poem just drfited thought my mind
half asleep, i dont quite remember what the words were
I wonder how many people
hear these poems they never write
maybe they’re too beautiful for the pen
maybe just too lucid
maybe it wasnt really there at all
We live to walk the line
between comprimise and demise
while suffering these lies,
And the truth lies
so close and out of reach
and there’s nothing left to teach,
And we all want a beautiful life
when all we need is a beautiful death.
sailed across the ocean
into the setting sun
no idea where we’re going
no clue what we’ve begun
sailed across the sea
this time homeward bound
can i see the world again
after what we’ve found
Just Thinking 