Progression of the Way

Getting soberer, soberer, colder, cooler,
Emptier, forgetting yesterday’s play,
More and more words sound like one said over:
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit all day.
Boredom, minimal, yes or no
Black and white becomes a sheet of gray.
Coming, going, ebb and flow
But in place I stay.
Mirror, reflects, make no contribution
To conversation, have nothing to say.
Two steps forward, one step back
Is the constant evolution.
Old dreams day by day release,
Let me go, untie their strings
Mansion or apartment –
Neither changes things.
Go down farther, but look back:
Sky ahead, buildings behind
Beneath my feet an unseen track
Heartache hits but knots unwind.
People can’t be kept and I
Am seeing through their skins more each day
I ignore the things they say
’Cause on their face is the truth so plain
The reality no one can deny,
And their words are all in vain.


June 13, 2010