Sam and I huddle
beneath our cardboard tenement...
Choking on the sapid taste of destruction,
that could only be veritable lies...
Illuminating candle sits on the window sill
Throwing shadows at the wall...
I cannot get it out of my head
the screams the pain...
I'm walking down highway side
With a sign in my hands. It reads...
Life is to short
to go through it in a blur...
A little kid who sits on a bench, tapping his...
You wonder is he care-free or holding sadness...
I'm walking through a park
A lamp post lights my way...
Some days are good,
and others are bad...
After many years of dull routine,
Of blending into the growing crowd...
Once again I put pen to page
Spill my guts on a wood pulp stage...
I've gone from standing trying to sit
To sitting trying to stand...