Simple song 

I wish I was a simple song, 
you would hear me on the radio 
and sing me while you shower. 

I wish I was always on the tip of your tongue, 
or reflected in a tear 
caressing your holy cheek. 
 
 

surprise 

I’m back 
I’ve been away on business for months 
Maybe even years 
I’m glad to be home 
As long as I’m here I might as well get my affairs in order 
At any moment I might step out for coffee 
And never return 
 
 
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What kind of hell is this? 

Forced to think for myself. 
Thrust into decisions. 
Held accountable for my actions. 
Never allowed to be subservient 
To a higher god. 
Or a better man. 
 
 
 
 

A swingset in a swamp 

When and where am I going to wake up 
From this 
It just doesn’t fill me up anymore. 
I want to lie there and listen to music. 
But honestly, 
Not even that can excite me. 
I would kill myself 
If I wasn’t so afraid