All I do is just a waste
Not good in style or in taste
Just a minute speck in blowing dust
Left up to a greater, unknowable trust
I'd wander, but what would be changed..?
-So lost, I am, in tossled brain
Might as well stay put and wonder
Aware of, but beyond, the encroaching thunder
Now, there is no place where I belong
No favorite sport or apropos song
All faces I meet are broken, cracked
Beyond my touch, so I stay slacked
I could probably say it's been a while
Since I felt true need- true freedom, style
I'm lost in words that sink back down
Play above my sunken, drunken crown
Air pockets sustain me, it's astounding
I've held on this long, unbreathing, floundering
I don't need another, no patient brother
I'll just use you and leap to another
I don't feel sadness, don't feel pain-
If I did, perhaps it'd wake my brain
What do I feel, hmm... i wonder...
...so damned hard to think through all this thunder...