Always there was a distance between them.
Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.
Really it happened even when they were in the same room.
Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap
Such that all their dreams could come true.
So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.
Living life with the volume cranked to eleven
Obliterating reality around him
Until it is all just white noise in the background
Determined that his echo will be heard long after he was gone
Spinning around and around in tighter and tighter circles
Putting my equilibrium into the fetal position
I try to stop, but the world is now spinning up as I slow down
Reaching for the floor, I miss
And fall into some space that I didn’t know existed
Living now the pinwheel life
Living in the past, needing an awakening
It tries to force you to be a hero
Now if you are in your twilight years you might be between worlds
Knowing you want just one more wild breath
Can’t stand having something around my neck
Only I don’t get much choice in this gig
Living for the church was not going to be my style
Living dead come into the equation
And I had to sign up, so now I’m a holy man
Relax baby, I only baptize with a shotgun and cross with my saber
Living life at his own pace
As the rest of the world rushed towards nothing
Zany to think that he was the “wrong” one
Yet he was content and they were not.
Gazing on the works of art
All scattered around the floor and walls
Left Marcus speechless
Long ago he wanted to be an artist
Every moment of every day he was constantly drawing
Realizing eventually that making a living at creating art was not in the cards
Yet stealing it….
Finding humor in so much tragedy
Avarice played as generosity
Risqué acted out as pious living
Clowns come off as kings
Everything that makes 2020 what it is
That missing left at Albuquerque
Until you experience that aha moment
Realize that by making that accidental right
Now you can start living your own adventure
Looking to try to change the past
And not living in the now
That is a recipe for disaster
Even if it would cleanse the bitter taste from your mouth