Walk Away

sitting on the rooftop outside of my window
only four stars in the sky tonight
my head is leaning against the chimney
three stars to my left and one to my right.

and as I sat in the cold October night air
I couldn’t help but wonder where I went wrong
wasted minutes turned into hours, still without knowing
the moment my life slipped from the grasp I held so strong

there is so much I want to say,
so much emotion I need to express
but I’m speechless at best
my words are lost with my confidence, and I must confess

I was ready to say goodbye today
just walk away from this town
leave my friends behind and never look back
but instead I decided to just lie down

Not Myself

So what happens when you can’t
even follow the rules you make for yourself
and when the life you designed seems that of
a foreign code that cannot be broken,
what can you do?

Suppose I say that I am no longer
who I was, but I don’t know who I am
and please don’t ask me how I’m doing
because I just don’t know the answer
to that question anymore.

What’s with the black uncertainty
that is surrounding my town,
and how can we rid this plague of
morphine injected numbness that hangsover our head?