Life is a trip.. one day your on the concord of love
next on the hard bus ride home alone with no pillow to soften the blow.
Another truck stop in the lost reality that I once called my life.
Another passing gas station of love...
A stoplight of trauma and lost friends..
A way to pass all this road beneath me
a dream to haunt me in my road noise induced slumber.
The dreams of who I really am and who I was haunts me
to this very second, spliced down into thirds of my mind...
One side is for all the things I want to be
One more for the things I should be
and the last for my made up fantasy.
The fantasy of life happy, turning out for the better of man
the life that I wish I had, the life I wish we all had...
the want to be side is all the things I knew I should have pursued
like love, children, everything that gets left out
on the post it not of forget me notes...
the should be, is the religious side..
I know I should be like God, but he has the key of knowledge
which we as a species, seem to forget our morals when it suits..
God has the keys to all the doors, but has agoraphobia..
he dropped his son off in the galactic backwoods
to teach some monkeys not to kill each other...
then what do they do? they nail him to a tree...
You think God’s chilling with that fact under his belt?
That’s like being black and going to a K.K.K. rally...
I just hope he doesn’t put me on the bus with some roman soldiers..
Mental Note: Roman Soldiers and Nazi’s on train through tunnel of intense light = Hell.

01/24/2000

Posted on 12/16/2003
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