an old friend
a really old friend
he's got a face so crafted
yea i had a chat with him the other day
even my dementia addled self came about
synapses worked overtime and made me be
i guess it's good to reach out
take my hand and lead me to the junction
the place where they shelter oddities and rarities
these days i can't evoke bliss even with all 'em gears
doesn't last....
my volatile traits come about and squander my personality
i need direction baby
mentor my whimsical flights
poignant seconds like these are so fleeting
i wish i could cusp 'em and i could glow
i'm much too vague
i need order
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