He takes his sins
and with them and his pen
he writes them down for us to read
His confessions
Again and again and again
Peel back the skin
Look within
He has nothing to hide
He’s already told you all his lies
He just is now
He just is
He is raw for you to observe
Like the lion at the zoo
Behind the screen
Behind the bars
Pacing
Again and again and again
He knows not where it will go
Only that it flows
and rolls
and slips and jabs
How it ends
No idea
But
an idea would be nice
A memory or a smell
A kiss or a punch
A punchline or flower petal
Anything would be nice
Anything but this
The ending he doesn’t know
Only that it should probably flow
Again and again and again
Once more
Through my lens
I'd rather die
Then blend in
Take that to the end
No matter how it may end…
Again and again and again
I became him
Another drink
While on the brink
On my own insanity
On the rocks
A little buzz
To loosen up
A little puff
So i can shut the fuck up
and listen and learn
while watching the world burn
Sit back and take notes
All while not giving up hope
If only if only if only
I wasn’t so broke.
Again and again and again
Until the bitter end my friend
Your stuck with me
And my pen
As long as I have one single ear
I’ll find a way
No matter where the mind goes
Where the wind blows
I sure as shit don’t know
But I'll row
I’ll row!
Up up we go
Again and again and again
More than my sins and confessions
More then peeling back my skin
More than my lens
More than all my life’s lessons
More than my blessings
It’s more
It’s it’s own thing
A new constantly changing creation
With each line
A new direction it goes
And it goes and goes and goes
To places that he and I don’t even know
Oh where that wind blows
Again and again and again
For no reason at all
except to fight against the night
For no reason at all
except to fight against the night
-C.H.