In the Out Door

Crawl from one window to the next

Find no shelter only another windowpane to pear through

Looking out to the accepting world

Where your jagged edges never sit comfortably.

 

Like doc browns DeLorean

When I was with her all this garbage turned into magic.

 

I like to let myself believe

That even lightning can strike twice,

That ends open possibilities of new beginnings,

A new chapter can always be written;

But i return to old habits,

Everything old is new once more.

 

Remember the rule;

Identify that there is a problem,

Find a solution to the problem,

Implement the solution,

If unsuccessful return to step two.

 

Works on everything by myself,

I get caught in the feedback loop

Its high-pitched squeal resting in the back of my ear.

 

A life of distrust leaves the mind scrambled,

The phone with the broken screen

It gives you the half glimpse of what you seek

Hidden beneath its broken data stream.

 

What's left when you sunder the wheel,

Left sitting with its shattered pieces;

Stuck no longer to turn,

Eat the cold wind and rain,

Hide your head from the sun;

There is no what comes after,

When there was no before.

 

Instead turn your eyes toward fate,

Spin the wheel

Let it rest where it may;

A gambler with a deep seeded addiction,

Let it spin again and again

Until your pockets are empty,

And it has taken the shirt off your back.

 

Spin once more

At the price of your soul,

Look to avoid the inevitable,

Make the trade

Leave again with nothing.

 

They come for the full show

They never stay when presented with the half-man,

Whose numb tongue has left him mute,

His eyes only see glimpses of the tomorrow that will never come.

 

You have only traded one prison for another,

Snap on the golden fetters from Plato’s cave;

There are no doors left,

Except for the ones we fashion for ourselves.