And I climb out of the tub and dry off Cause it's 8 and the night's just begun For a few hours I let myself be free But I can only do it when there's no sun And walking toward the place I know Is the one thing I know I'll get right I just want to enjoy my time and have fun I don't really want to fight I meet them and try to laugh but the sounds catch deep in my throat I pick my sword of verbiage and charge over the yawning moat The words mean nothing and the eyes can only mean so much less And I find myself in the badlands I caused all this mess I used to be such a good boy what happened to the kid that I knew? Left me here uncomfortable Left me here without a clue And I'm sorry but you're not my type I can't seem to say that phrase As I meet the eyes of the one Who causes in me a blaze I run into the alley And demand your gaze for a while Well, you know me because it's been before You've kept my particulars on file All I can taste is this moment All I can find is a wreath But I can't begin to understand what purports to lie just beneath But all I can do is sit back The mood has struck and I try my best to not think of what I lack Mentally I'm here but I'm not here I'm somewhere in the sky You think I'm putting myself down my humor is just kinda wry And the night strikes me down and I'm crashing I'm gazing up at the stars I used to think my whole adulthood would be spent drunk up at the bars But I don't much concern myself with the things that I used to do The mood hasn't struck in a long time It never got worse, never grew Sometimes I get wistful in the moonlight Sometimes I wish I was still there But this is the way it has to be Even if it's not fair.Birth sign: Aries
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