sweating energy

just a thought...

i hope i never get fat
because then i will
always have to have on
the air conditioning

what a waste
a fat fucking waste

repeatedly

how am i going to make it right?

this desired constellation

time & space
a collison
in the trainwreck
of my mind

i've got one here
and i've got one there
but where i stand
is most unclear

the shape of my future
has no form
i have contractors
but no winning bid

so this is life
slave to time

i want to be
on the other side
of the world

i want make
a fucking difference
but the bong
and credit card
debt don't help it

do i give up on
finding passion in life
and settle to be
a hum drum kind of wife?

will i ever be satisfied
will i ever achieve
that nirvana state of mind?

still young
still hoping
it lays like
a road in front of me

tampa has yet to
bring that
golden opportunity

one
foot
in
front
of
the
other

i cant wait
for the world
i cant
aimlessly trip
i must have
a grip

something to hold on to

why do i have
to be a divided soul
kind of cusped sign?
what did i leave
unfinished
in a past life?

i reckon
this is my life
this time
i am the only
one
who can make it right

wasteland of work

play
play
play

silently she

wants to
get
away

from the mundane
from the desk
from that nagging American
unrest

priority over privilege
some days
i just don't have it

how much time
will i waste
in the office light

if i traveled the
curved map
would I still feel
off track?

the clock ticks
my mind fits

so i use the free time
to arrange and make clean
unimportant things

i fear
in the scheme of life
that i might find
these wasted hours
serving the industry
as time forgotten
on unraveling the mystery

a foolish dreamer
in the mess
we all have to
bite the bullet
and get by
those who live for today
leave me dry

cause tomorrow
is a ship in the mist
and i spend today
hoping to catch it

hands free

i have been untied on both sides
silently she has nothing to hide
a warm, wet human against the absolute zero vacuum
a deceiver a leaver a lover a dreamer
the cold creeps tonight
alone on my bedside

what will become
of my tangled web
i have faith in breath
and will let life lead the rest