It's A Wicked World We Live In When . . .
- Clint Haugen
- Apr 22, 2024
- 2 min read
Pressure is building up in the head
A squeeze of the soul
A knot in the arteries
Better do something before I am dead
A reaper gaining ground
My shadow on my floor
Opportunity knocks at the door
Better get up for another round
Moments passing me by
A clock that haunts
Forgetting everything I was taught
While I try to touch the sky
A love lost out at sea
Someone
Somewhere
Searching for me
But I am stuck in infinity
Unable to see anything clearly
My reflection gasp at me
He fears what he will see when he see's me
Money talks
But the mind walks the man
It was a plan so grand
It was destined to fail
A spinning plane
As the passengers bail
The captain jumps off of his ship
While she tells me that we were never even in a relationship
Crashing down to earth
I see my birth
And it all happens again
Over and over again
Unable to change
Unable to rage
Just a monkey
That can’t get out of his cage
Stuck in a loop
Stuck in the cosmos
Stuck at home with a screen
Stuck trying to understand what all the signs mean
Eating cookies in my kitchen
As the belly grows
The skin starts to look old
As the soul screams at me to go out and be bold
But I can’t hear my soul’s scream through all of the noise on my screens . . .
No,
I can’t hear my soul’s scream
Through all of the noise on my screens . . .
The soul starts to bleed
And the news stations think that’s a lead
It’s a wicked world we live in
When it is your soul’s bleeding
That gets the world reading . . .
All while
Pressure is building up in the head
A squeeze of the soul
A knot in the arteries
Better do something before I am dead
A reaper gaining ground
My shadow on my floor
Opportunity knocks at the door
I had better get up for another round
Moments passing me by
A clock that haunts
Forgetting everything I was taught
While I try to touch the sky before I die
CH 4/22/24
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