3

I guess my mind is falling apart
Another new season is on the rise
But damn is it taken its sweet ass time
And in-between is when they get the best of me
My bad habits creep out of the dark
And block out the sun
Then just as that door is about to shut
The weather comes
natures clay is ready to be shaped
But the weather hasn't come
It sure is dark.

2

I WAS FOLLOWING THE EYE
THEN I MOVED ON
AND NOW WHAT AM I DONG
LISTENING TO YOU
TO THEM, THEM
WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN
IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING
THIS IS MY STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
MY GLASS OF RON RICO YELLS AT ME
BUT HE DOESN'T CONTROL ME
HES LIKE A STEP COUSIN OF another Ron
RON RIO PERHAPS
IT DOESN'T MATTER
IT WILL MAKE LESS SENSE TO ME
Then it DOES TO YOU
WHEN I READ IT THE NEXT DAY
YOU SHOULD JUST LAY NEXT TO ME
LISTEN TO MY RAMBLE
IT MIGHT PERSUADE YOU
MAKE YOU LISTEN TO ME JUST A LITTLE LONGER
AND MAYBE CONSIDER ME
A GUY THAT YOU CONSIDER MORE THAN ONCE
AND IT SEEMS LIKE THAT IS MY ONLY GOAL
MAYBE IT IS
It changes everyday

1

I feel I am not drunk enough to tell the truth, and not mad enough to lie. Hunter's words pour through me like water through a tinaja in the desert. resonating just long enough to be heard and dissipating into the atmosphere, never to be heard again. What does it all mean. I'm not sure. I haven't done enough drugs in my life to figure it all out. But there is truth in not knowing. Knowing can be exhausting. We should all just absolve ourselves from this tired direction. Continue on the path of the righteous and indirect path of desolation and despair. The vodka is in the shelf. the white caucasians are on their way. Battles rage on in the livikitchen. Animal on animal. the kingdom is erupt with possible mayhem or peace. Perception is the scale.