hunched over coffee
it’s 6pm and Sunday
a solemn afternoon
there really isn’t more to do
but watch passerby
smile hand in hand
planning one another’s future
in the corners of their eye
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hunched over coffee
it’s 6pm and Sunday
a solemn afternoon
there really isn’t more to do
but watch passerby
smile hand in hand
planning one another’s future
in the corners of their eye
What’s the point in saying anything
with so much more to say
than what you’re actually saying
you just kind of don’t think you do anymore
or perhaps you haven’t found the right words
because I could go on all day about it
so don’t lie to me kiddo
I could punch all the mirrors in the world
but it wouldn’t make a difference either way
that’s just a cop out and I’m taking the cuffs off.
It’s not the drink
that kills the man
it’s the man
that kills the man
like an unbiased observer
the drink is just company
waiting for the man
to either come to his senses
or drink a little more.
There’s hope out there in the sunshine
and there’s hope in here in the darkness
I’m sure of it, you know
it’s kind of like early in the morning
when fog hangs around mountaintops
there’s a peak up there
you can’t see it but it’s there
so you climb farther and
farther than you ever imagined
now close your eyes and breathe
and in the darkness of the mind
breathe in all your worries
all the war that is inside
then breathe out and feel
one moments relief
that there is yours
that there is hope
that there is always yours to keep.
I never really know what to do
I just get up and wing it
I’ve been winging it since
I was a little kid, when
I’d tie my hair in knots, pull it out and
I’d tuck it in the couch where no one could see
I wasn’t fooling anybody but
I’ve gotten here so
I think I’ll go a little longer while
I sit here pulling at my beard
I count one hair, two hair, three, no more.
It’s both a strange
and sad and beautiful thing
to sit in a hotel room
a ghost
unseen
while a wedding
outside shouts and cries
for the bride
and groom who
only see each other.
Sit with yourself a while.
Sit with yourself a long, long while.
Sit until it hurts to sit any longer.
And it’s there you’ll find
who, what, where, when, and why
you are who you are.
It’s there too
you’ll find who you aren’t.
It’s quiet,
so quiet I can hear
my heart
beat.
So quiet
I can hear
the maid down the hall
humming softly
alone.
There is nothing
and everything
to fear. Anyone
who tells you
different is a liar.
Oh how the world
is a terrifying place
when you’ve already
walked through the fire.
In life
you’ll learn
that some people
don’t want to be bothered.
So don’t bother them. And watch,
as they’ll come back around
knocking at your door
ready and willing
to bother you.