The New Line

The sound stops
Blocks my concentration
Waiting for a new turn
Dismissing the worn path I dragged along
Sang off key, disappearing to a new song

And I looked for guidance from the tracks-
That lacked vision, a division of my heart
Torn apart, right from the start
Freedom isn’t really free
But I’m not shooting at a target

Question my motives
The explosive interior ready to burst
I thirst for a meaning
A reason for all the thought
Wishing not to get lost in my own abyss

Pass the stone
And swipe my card
I’ve been so close, but still too far
I don’t know these lies at all
Call me and count the minutes

Hair sticks to the floor
I break another fall
“Tall and proud”, what have I found?
Loud and suffocating
Amazing and mesmerizing

2.95, order up another Black & Tan
We love the change of seasons
Displeasing and teasing
Fabrication isn’t half what its caught up to be
On trivial visits across this new line