He Was You

Spending money

Likes it’s funny

   To be broke 

Giving up on myself constantly 

   Like it’s fun

To be constantly searching for hope

   Giving up

Just to get up

  And try again 

    And 

Again and again 

    Burning bridges 

Like being alone 

  Is the only way to live

Asking for forgiveness

   Like someone is listening 

Paying my dues

   Paying my respects

Cashing lifes lessons like two week checks

   Trying to accomplish little things

So I can build self-respect 

    So focused on building up myself

I neglect 

   Everyone else

Like

My friends 

And my family

They say a good man has no enemies 

   But how can that be

When I have so many of them raging inside of me?

 Dirty shoes walking down the street with nowhere to be

Carefree

   No one to go home to

No one checking-in 

   Is he alone or free?

Alone or free?

   Free to be anything

Free to go anywhere

   But no one to go with

No one to become something with 

  No picket fence

No soccer games

  No PTO

Just a man alone on his throne 

  Just a man with a plan that no one else seems to understand

Just a soul bursting free from the body

   Just another shitty copy

Only a loner 

  Stoner

Midnight boner

  Free roamer

Story teller

   Another strange poet 

That had it for a moment

   But couldn’t hold it

And he was left chasing novelty 

   As if finding a muse like that again would make him happy 

Oh oh oh well

   So many wishes down the wishing well

So many crazy chicks

    That want the world 

And too many good girls

   Who got played

Too many serious people

   That don’t see the world as a stage

Too many men full of rage

   That don’t have a cage or a page

To bleed on

   Another word-smith

Lost in the flow

   Lost in the stream of thoughts

His words couldn’t be bought

   So he faded away

Becoming an after-thought

   And soon everyone forgot

What he tried to be

  What he tried to do

Everyone forgot 

That he was you.

CH 8/27/24