rolling to the beat of death
rolling over in my bed
rolling over in my grave
drum beats roll a steady rhythm
dying to the smooth staccato beat
sentenced-living out the death sentence
aching with no pain left and only dying
the march rolls on
the band plays on,
but they're not playing sheet music.
there's no preset tune
so you don't know when the music ends
but i'm certain it will crash
a violent spasm of a thousand waves breaking
on jagged rocks where skeletons lay
or a slow dying out
but it's better to burn out than fade away.
i don't know what to think.
my mind is reeling, rolling
the drum beat is rolling
i'm not sure where it'll all stop
but i'm not sure where i want it to
where and when and why.
why is the most important question of all.
i roll it over in my mind
but without certainty i cant really take the first step
uncertain of success or failure,
or whether now failure is really success-
and in the eyes of the world
or just my own?
a sigh, confused, unwilling to keep thinking
at least for the time
not permanent, probably.
but like i said, confusion.
rolling, rolling, smooth staccato beat
like a stone, though im not sure how big,
rolling and rolling and rolling
with a lack of an adjective,
but not too meaningfully.
hopefully there's meaning here.
though that could take it
it rolls and rolls