Monday, May 30, 2011

Off Center Right

Off center right
The Bud Light blends in with the Colgate.
There’s black on your feet from the pavement,
There’s black on your heels from your life.

The violin speaks to me,
Tells me what I should be,
But I just keep scratchin’ my head
Pullin’ sand away from the beach,
Pullin’ memories away as best I can.

No such thing as reality
Keeps occurring before my eyes.
Keeps falling away like a note played too long,
Like the symphony I created in my mind.

Off center right
The truth blends in with the lies.
There’s black on my mind from the pulling,
There’s black on my soul from my life.

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