Sometimes
Walking around, never feeling this place,
As though we’ve never been here before,
It feels fucked up,
Like we belong but can’t be sure.
Curious, learning, searching,
For a ray of truth,
A line of hope
To pull you out of the booth.
Pipe to mouth,
Heart to floor,
Belonged in the A team,
All the potential and he’s running out the door.
You’ve done it again,
And the lonley thrill of adrenalin burns,
looking for a place to call home,
But darkness hides behind all of the turns,
You have found.
That’s life
