A chair in the corner
One leg broken
And a whisper in the hall
There's frustration
A loss of direction
Another walk around the room
Some say a lot
Before the start With few words spoken
Some with peace
Of motivation to live
Say nothing at all
It's just a matter
Just a question Of where to get love
Thrills and sand
Where's my time gone
Fall through my open hand Words look for the song
Lost my America
But made my own way
I believe
To this garden
The idea is showing
But on my face
At all
Shelter me for no reason
Sunlight slanting Paranoid
Feeling cold
A little fucked up. alone
Seems I'm spending
These supposed best of years
It says right here
Quite unlike
A little fucked up. alone
Cold In hands spread open
Take the face
And one to one
Let the power run
Feed the mouth
Feed the mind
That's hungry. open
That wonders why.
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