raanch

i'm a bit funky
kinda dry drunky
don't want a drink
don't wanna think
slept late today
not feeling gay (um... yeah - early 20th century definition...)
crease in my brow
wanna hide in a crowd
so tired and blah
throat's a bit sore, ahhh
down from the weekend
my hill has steepened
am I going up or down
or running around
need a push from a friend
or a pull from the Hand
afraid of a stumble
to watch it all crumble
acceptance is key
with awareness in league
gotta pull up and out
have faith and no doubt
can't stop this rhyme
it takes up time
want another new life
simple, no strife
can't have what i want
so myself i just haunt
willingness is there
so is "i don't care"
apathy and desire
water and fire
in the same vessel
good and bad wrestle
go through the motions
avoid poison potions
is this a geek's rap or what
your ears would be shut (remember i'm southern - "what" is pronounced "wut")
if this were played out loud
it's just a wordy pout
forget you read it
let's all forget it
i'll be through this soon
perhaps with new moon
my head will be clearer
my serenity nearer
save myself from this beating
and get to a meeting
it's time to stop writing
ready, here it comes... i'm stopping now.