where do we go from here
are we close?
are we near?
is it the darkness

i have been the drunk poet, the rebel,
the lover
maybe not to great effect
but it never really meant anything
i was left down and out

getting away
but it is okay
i am not leaving today
i will be gone tomorrow
cannot take a life of sorrow

they say it will be loud
they will tell us to get indoors
in the year 1999
they will kick down your doors

i do not know who is going to be next
it is so weird
stay with me
help me shake off fear

catch my mind
take my thoughts
see what you can find
wax my fingers
see what is left behind

you come out,
and a person said –
you are strange
why didn’t you leave me in your bed

you looked good
i was glad,
you needed to
it had been hard lately
just to go with the flow