Twisted in another midnight drama

Twisted like a tree in the wind.
Into this landscape I try to blend.
Lost in this pattern of deception.
Looking for loves mental reception.
Grasping at memories for a smile.
While I sit here and cry it off a while.
I had you once, but that’s long gone.
Now I’m twisted up on this morning’s dawn.
Grasping at sand slipping through my hands.
Looking around for she, who understands.

Twisted in this daily dream of drugs and clarity
with this life twisted with its own level of disparity.
I thought I knew it all, but I found was lying
and on the inside I discovered I was really dying.

I felt like I could take on the world with ignorance
but then learned to take it all in kind words and distance
I thought I knew what twisted really meant
but those were just the ill hours I once spent.
Stupidity left me in the midnight hour
The morning flavor of sun and sour
and now all that’s left is a haze.
While I stumble through this daily maze.
Recalling all the dreams and trauma
and dealing with another after midnight drama.

08/30/2003

Posted on 08/31/2003
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