My soul clangs against my brain
Like an empty prisoners cup runs against cold metal bars.
Radiating and disturbing the silence
of an otherwise ignorant peace.
Chambered in its hopeless plea for freedom,
settles back onto to its tiny cot, bewildered,
dingy with grief in a sea of wrinkled, restless dismay.
No savingís grace, no heroís ride,
no best-ever recipe (file baked inside)
can free me now.
This is the in-skirts of reality
This is where we get stuck
From one parent to the next
Your mom, your dad, your teacher, your boss, your GOD
all saying stick with us kid and youíll always be lost but,
breathe easy, whatever it is, it isnít your fault,
you canít go blind if you got no eyes.
Itís ignorance perfected, humming, hypnotic, whole-heartedly horrendous.
GET UP OFF YOUR KNEES
and stop begging your captor for freedom.
The answers you need are quiet, like thieves.
And get rid of that cup, itís empty.
The river is full friend, the river is life.