he knows what he’s doing he just don’t care
Sunday, July 6th, 2008he knows what he’s doing he just don’t care
by Wolfgang Nibori
he’s got a bubbling whirl of synthesized chemicals
ricocheting round inside his skull now
maybe he even believes he’s flying but up you go then down you come
it’s a marathon race to a thin air mountain top
from up there he thinks he can see it all
but falling down, back down to ground below
he can’t remember what epiphany struck back up there
so it’s another trip down to the dark park
another handful of cash for roundtrip ticket
that process of gaining wisdom just to fumble it
that’s a routine he’s come to take for granted
the same routine that’s gonna grind his dreams
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