Somewhere Back In Time

Wayward 

Feet 

   Move him along

From one spot

   To the next

Nothing ever changes for him

   And

Nothing ever stays the same

   Just new days

In the same play

  On the same stage

Another bitter bite

   Motivated by spite

A petty bug

   Aching for a hug

Sweeping his dirty soul under an ugly rug

   Hoping no one sees

   He falls to his knees

And ask God if he bleeds

   The only blessing he ever got

Was from another human 

    After a sneeze

If God exists

  He is out of his league

Too stressed to feel blessed

   The brains leaks

Out of his ears

   When he hears the chatter

The crowd is loud

   Even when they whisper gossip

Music drowns out their complaints

   A good tune

  That never dies

Puts him in a good mood

   Just for a minute or two

Then he’s back to black

   These days all blend in

These days 

   Are getting longer for him

The soul

   The  body

The mind

   Are out of sync

Scattered in different places

   Across all of space and time

His wayward feet take him one way

   While his heart 

Pulls him apart

   And the soul

Still bleeds

   More sleep

Is what he thinks he needs

   More money

More greed

   More ideas

New seeds

   New goals

A new home

   A person

So he doesn’t have to grocery shop alone 

   He thinks he needs everything

A family 

   New hot sauce 

A new body

  A new hobby

A new girl

   A whole new world

Spin it all back

   Run it again

Take what’s within

    And bleed into the pen

Again and again

   Until he is dry within

Until his eyes no longer hold any lies in them

   Until the knot in his soul gives

Again and again

   Until he is bled dry

Until he is tired of getting high

   Again and again

Let him give his best

  And then expect him to be better than yesterdays best

Again and again

 There is no rest

   When every moment in life feels like a test

When did he sign up for this contest?

   Where did he get so lost?

Back then?

  Over there?

Does anyone really care?

  That he is still around

Still sucking air?

   Very aware

That besides about 7 of you

   No one really cares

    And that means

He is truly free 

   To be 

Anything 

    When no one really cares about who he really is

Then he is free 

   To be

Anything 

   So he breathes

Closes his eyes

   And tries to feel free

Free to find his Soul

   His body 

And his mind

  That he left 

Somewhere back in time.

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