8-20-02
12:11 pm

a crow's nest is nothing more than a collection of hopes. driving like the day we were born & flashing our brights like a million desperate years stacking up & up & up & maybe they'll topple but what will we call that a million desperate years oh how they've toppled over & i just can't tell if thats an image of optimism or not.

i walk the streets wearing a sign, its an advertisement for the future

will there ever maybe come a day when the clouds decide they've had enough & its time to finally spell it out for us & quit all this aimless drifting.

it says i know how horribly this will end

they tell me you just ride that terrible wave because you don't know what else to do you don't know how to possibly steer clear but the truth is that you do know what else to do you do know how to steer clear & it doesn't matter you'd rather face up to the crashing inevitable.


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