a soul needs to sleep and drift
away again away again
to find a peace that hides when he's
awake again awake again
the winds blow the stains away
out there again there again
-grass stains on knees from crawlin'
round again in town again
and it struggles to be clean
not sure just what that means
a consequence of disbelief
and his pattern of running
of late the time's not been that
great again great again
the soul's sleep is plagued and it's
insane again in dreams again
must be the waves he makes with
storms again bad karma them
from filling days with all that short cut
waste again blown brains again
and it moves through darkened streets
like a mind gone fire blind
chased by the ghosts he beats,
struggles to hold down by day
with drink and gasoline
and a few smaller bites of pain
that keep his tired bones running
but by nite
with body down
it's calm again thank god again
'till the sun reminds him that
it's time again not fine again
needs to spend time on all
the flowers in the grasses thin
instead of leaning on the what won't
change again the chains again
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