Rambles

I can't pretend to have a single clue what's goin' on
It seems my life has changed too much these days
Yet nothing's changed at all
I can't pretend to know a single piece of you or me
I can't imagine really ever knowing anybody

Hot damn, these words are from some cloud
That rests atop my head and waits for me to move
I never move, I walk around and never move an inch
It seems to me too cynical to wish for things
I know will never possibly come true

"How dare I dream of things that won't come true!"

(My dreams these days are bitter lies
That make me shake like a caffeinated
jack rabbit, bad habit, stop thinking
stop - stop - stop, now GO! Bah!)

"Click, clack. What's happened here?
What a pitiful excuse for poetry,
Creativity is for the birds and hell I ain't no bird.
I would have touched the sky by now.
I know birds, and birds ain't me."

(My eleventh attempt has failed,
I shall never form a decent set of wings.)

I can't pretend to have a single clue what's goin' on
It seems I'd like to be with you, whoever you are
It seems I'd like to be myself, whoever I am
And all this silence
Silence, silence, silence
Grows and falls, fails, fails, falls
It's deafening

And nothing's changed at all
I can't pretend to know a single piece of you or me
I can't imagine really ever knowing anybody

"And yet I want to know somebody
More than words can say...
Such a sad excuse for poetry."

(The paper's crumpled up and thrown away.
The signature reads "Somebody Was Here,
But It Surely Wasn't Me.")