RUNNING
The people all out, not being out.
Going places and not being there.
I don't understand it.
If you are unconscious
then I am invisible to you.
And I hate us both for it.,
but only for as long as it takes
to think it.
Fuck thought anyway.
Gives me a headache.
Everbody running running running
always running like its a
duel to the death session
of Beat the Clock.
Running where? Running why?
From what to what,
away from or towards.
Is it a who or a them?
Maybe it's you.
Is it me?
Running looking, always looking.
Give me serendipity and a tequilla sunset.
Give me moon madness on a ship at sea
Give me a joy that has no opposite
Please Give Me A Fucking Break
I am empty and need everything
I can't find it by looking for it
It either happens, or does not
I am either a beggar for love
or I am love itself.
Or maybe i'm nothing.
I am always being nothing and
everything and nothing.
All at the same time.
Whether I know it or not.
I am alien in the marlbled hallways of the rich.
I am alien to you in your bubble.
Alien always to your system.
The universal injustice system.
Where reptiles in thousand dollar suits
play with war as if there were no
death, no blood, no loss.
Anything to keep us running
where there is no getting away
anything it takes
to keep us going out without
being out
keep us going places
and not being there
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