All these contemplative melodies
Can soothe obsessive maladies
That tremble and shake me to my bones,
But all the words of vagabonds
Burn so bright and then they’re gone
And I’m back to being fearful and alone.
Twisted rhythms, crooked rhymes
Help me through the trying times
When my head is spinning like a moving wheel,
Cold nights fall to dawning days
They throw their jewels then fade away
And I’m left wondering how I really feel.
I envy Ahab and his whale
Even one so doomed to fail
A prisoner determined to succeed,
At least he had a goal to chase
I’m sitting in a silent place
Waiting for a call to come to me.
I’ve got confusion coming from my eyes
Towards the charming cloudy skies
About which road I should follow all the way,
Like anyone thrown out to the world
Left to voice their own concerns
I’m struggling to find a thing to say.