‘Getting by’ getting high rolling through each scene.. easy mind.. wants to fly.. over ‘clowns of mean’..
Johnny traded spoon for bottle.. he never takes lip.. never has to think too much.. hip flask for his trip..
Fear floats in an empty bottle on oceans of dream.. dance laughter ever after.. women by the stream..
Buddy hated color green loved all things that grew.. never bothered petty looked for good.. looked for true..
Had an eye for wasteland haste rendered for the folks.. who purchased brand new tires.. then bent all the spokes..
Loose abuse sometimes a ruse.. actors pretend care.. lot of folks to make a crowd when good times are shared..
Always need an easy.. something for the pain.. looking for an answer.. in a world insane..
Old friends come remind me.. tales in outstretched hands.. many weep out questions.. trying to understand..
Still they cover mirrors.. still they run to hide.. still they never take a look.. at love bottled inside..
Thought.. ‘The struggle to define oneself is a lifetime task.. ‘image imagined’.. trying to be what you think others expect is impossible to achieve.. knowing who I am makes me capable of defining myself’.. Peace Tony
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