junecleavage

Ever the artful dodger
Yeah that's some tough luck
Spiraling down the interlude
Guess too much is not enough
I feel, I fall, I fester in
My own mind's twisted canals
Coz' you know"they" tell you where and when
Sure as hell
Don't tell
You how
I have traveled down the same highways
For years, and miles and memories
Somewhere forgot
In this whole lot
That those back roads
Are not me
And in this only just beginning
I have to remember all those ends
I live, I leave, I linger loosely
At the good-byes around the bend
Rhyming shit pisses me off
And in the midst of this
Realization sets in
You've rhymed yourself stagnant girl
Close the curtain now - Fin