• Tummoltuous emotion meets unstoppable motion
    it cant be much longer now
    the end of the begginging is the middle of the end
    but dont you ever ask me how
    i know what im doing or even what this means
    the fact of the matter is i cant even see the meaning
    in life its so demeaning i fight
    this empty feeling each night and day it doesnt go away
    going at it putting all of myself in
    like the hokey pokey im in it to win
    but win or lose do or die ill still never know
    how on earth or sea or sky how i make me go
    do the things that i always do turn away
    and face regret for what i do to you
    doesnt matter anymore i guess it never did
    childhood never exsisted for this grown up kid
    who always wonders
    why it is in writing it comes out
    why is it that on a page feelings rage you hear em scream and shout
    until theyre heard for better or for worse
    hear the breaks of a broken down jet black hearse
    pull in the reasons to the wind
    the seasons of the spin make the world go round
    look in every nook and cranny and look what i found
    i found me in these words my hearts in this letter
    maybe ive grown older little wiser to the weather
    least i know now that the storms subside
    and every internal hurricane will pass me by
    at least i know for know, but i cant be certain
    that im safe from the pain as long as i pull the curtain shut