Youíre crawling along the walls of my skull, and itís always fucking there. Like a nasty spider creature, with knives for limbs, it hurts like hell. Can you make your story as tangible as the web of lies itís based on? Because in the light, your bullshit draws no flies. What a terrible thing to say. What a fucked up thing to say.
I wanna be somewhere that Iím not right now. I wanna brush the dirt from my pants, brush it off. I wanna run so fast I canít feel my thoughts I wanna run until my legs fall off. Keep going, fuck what everyone thought. Iím happier now, and Iím not drugged out. I got to climb this mountain, and get myself out. I wanna be somewhere that Iím not right now.
Wanna be serenity personified. Wanna feel like itís really summertime I want to breathe again, and I want to laugh until I cry. Just...
Windblown sand smile Is a night-blooming cereus That gathers ancient ghosts In circle of slow fire melody Whose embers smoke heaven Like fine tobacco In his inner peace pipe That glows with the fire of dust Of ashen piles in the gold of love Whose gourd rattles With seeds to be planted In rows where the dark earth Gathers her skirts to dance
For my mid age I'm not too shabby a few extra pounds proach'n Sumo flabby the big thin begins tomorrow of this I am resolute till then, with sorrow I'll shelve the Speedo swimsuit
Still a man of steel with a pillow-soft feel hey you, Father Time! are you look'n to tussle? 'cause underneath the fat hides serious muscle how's about we engage in a cage match, ten rounds I'll knock you flat KABAM! You'll hit the mat so take that! you cruel chronographer
I was always afraid Of growing older. I'm 47. My twenties and thirties were dark, Horrible times, Storms of insecurity and uncertainty. But now, peace has finally come. I realize I don't need anyone To make me happy. I only have myself. And that's enough. It's okay to be alone.