...I really don't know what else to say...
...I've said all that can be said...
...I've written all my ideas down in journals
that nobody will have read...
...The glory will come in the afterlife, they said...
...And people will recognize your work when you're dead...
...That's not what I wanted to write...
...Then again...
...That's not what you wish you had lived...
...And that's not what I wish I had reread...
...But it's the present thought-dreams
going through my head...
...Hitting this page for me to countlessly re-recite...
...It's time to put this one to bed...
...You recite it
as your kid falls asleep...
...Just because dinner finished hours ago
doesn't mean one can't continue to be fed...
...Feed me your compliments, under the gas
when I'm on my death bed...
...And that'll be the day
my mind 's no longer on the run...
...Unloading that dumptruck

filled with forgotten dreams...
...Leaving today's frost for today's cold ground...
...Burning under another day's sun...
...And that'll be the hymn I hum
as I walk yet run...
...Racing to my old, erasing my young...

...And so I ask for...
...For was John Lennon singing the soundtrack to my life
when he'd recite - "Who am I supposed to be?"...
...Now we have this degree...
...We want to be free...
...Some got so high on higher education...
...And now don't know how to just simply be...
...Well, obviously...
...So obvious I had to state it was obvious...
...Why is obvious even a word...
...If it is, then it just is...
...Well, obviously...
...I don't have the answers for me...
...And, Mr. Lennon certainly doesn't have all the answers for me...
...But, one thing I do know is...
...That, I've got this music inside of me...
...That's creatin' a riot within me...
...I've got an insecurity that sets my self-esteem on fire...
...So, I'm gonna continue placing Lennon's words through the wire...
...Like Cobain's -
..."To put out the blowtorch"...

...the day I become free...

...is the day I don't have to comb my hair...

...is that the day I lose it all...
...or the day I just forget to care...

...I'm a ghost of my former self...
...I hear people say my full name
and don't respond right away...
...Or maybe, it's like my ambitions...
...My response is on delay...
...But it will come to fruition someday...
...They won't?...
...Well, maybe that line wasn't written this time
for the purpose of gaining a quote...
...I'm not really sure about any of the answers,
ask my ghost...
...As others put down their drinks,
I'm just discovering thee toast...
...I don't need the other's commentary...
...I've provided it myself...
...Criticizing, a self kind of roast...
...I am a ghost
of my former self...

...Ideas we admire...
...Thinkin' they inspire...
...As we sit there staring holes in walls...
...Thinkin' we stand tall
and one day we'll be the ones to do the inspiring...
...On occasion thinkin' our brains need rewiring...
...But still continue mouthin' the words...
...The next minute's existence forgotten...
...Pretending to be the one singing...
...Starin'...
...And losing yourself...
...Forgetting about the inspiring...
...But do so, unintentionally...
...Like the singer did so...
...That you pretended to be...
...In the first place...
...Now place your delusion upon this recorder...

...And this...

...They're playing while you're working...
...They think you've been playing while they've been working...
...And this may lead to a relation not working...
...Your explanation at present isn't working...
...Maybe take some time off from it...
...Take a breath, a break, a hit, a shot...
...Whatever that enables you to unlock a "proper" explanation...
...Nobody is truly looking for inspiration...
...Just an explanation for the reason you are the way you are...
...And so far, you haven't presented it properly
or well enough in your presentation...
...Why keep people waiting?...
...Stop playing...
...While everyone is working...
...Oh it's oh so beautiful when this playing starts working...
...And that's the explanation I'm giving...

...a work in progress...just like you are...

...And I hope we meet, the day before tomorrow...

...Background music for your sorrows...

...Coasters for your coffee or maybe alcoholic beverages...
...Topic of a circled conversation...
...Ain't nobody really saying anything...
...Distraction for what you don't want to be facing...
...Adding to the adage, a pillage of racing thoughts unneeded
and can't keep up this mileage...
...Yet slows your roll
and can redefine what you thought to be your role...
...Providing a new beat to your stroll
as you walk down the street in brand news
but feel you have a hole in your soul, sole...
...Am I talking about his physical album, his music
or just the thought of?...
...And I hope we meet,
the day before tomorrow...

Looking into an empty room
I like seeing instruments just sitting there
And wonder about the possibilities
that can be put into the air
I too, like looking at still-photographs
of an artist just sitting
I know she's thinking of what the future's going to be bringing
And what about the moment of silence
before one starts singing
That moment of conception or creation
Put a pen to pad
And whatever's jotted is foreverlasting
Can leave us crying, balling
tears running
or laughing
Not thinking about it
But the next moment could be crashing
Things aren't in the process of
Or we don't notice the process, "stopping"
Things just.