More times than five
I’ve been right here by your side
Still Wondering….Where did you go?
Walk down the hall in a mental manacle
Don’t want to be ’round
When you take yourself out
But I have more vigor than this
Step to the plate to swing and miss
And it’s a complicated life
When «how you live, is how you die»
Looks like your soul is connected to the wall
A photgraph stands by the bed
Of better times, when we crubled with our spine
But lived the next day…and put the Malice away
That’s when I noticed the drip
Ignored the line that didn’t skip
It seemed the blue suburban sky
turned to gray, polluted night
So now you sleep inside the space
A bed of roses, the thorns replaced
No more sleepless nights just for me
But as for you, a memory.