How…

How do you make something right when it’s been so wrong?
How do you take back time when you’ve waited too long?
How do you do what no one showed you how?
And what the hell are you supposed to do now?

We live in a world subjective by perspective
Discovering life’s clues like troubled detectives
But solving a mystery with no Sherlock Holmes
Is like expecting Watson to crack a case on his own
Maybe you’ve done a few things, made a few moves
Settled comfortably into one of life’s grooves
Turned down opportunity because you saw so many
Just to really open your eyes too see you haven’t got any
In a game of hopscotch with destiny and fate
You find yourself disgruntled by in its limited space
So you look for direction in some other place
But the unknown gives you chills and you’re jumping from sweat
Searching for something you may never get
Or thinking you know what you haven’t learned yet
And time keeps burning at the end of a cigarette
While you wish you had known what you know now
And maybe then you’d know just how…
But before you can count from one to ten
You have the same experience all over again
And that’s just the way it works my friend

How do you make something right when it’s been so wrong?
How do you take back time when you’ve waited too long?
How do you do what no one showed you how?
And what the hell are you supposed to do now?

PD
stumpedwise.

#49322

This wall,
this Fence,
and barbed-wire;
May keep me contained,
but my eyes can wander
way beyond
any fortress.

The sun escapes
the sky, and dips
behind the trees.
Pickup-trucks
and peacocks
catch what light
can fight through leaves.
I can only see them
against the hand of god,
which stretches out to me
In a pantomime of
violets, yellows, and blues.

This wall,
this Fence,
and barbed-wire;
May keep me contained,
but, my hope and
my imagination
cannot be restricted
by the thin window
of a cell.

PD

stumpedwise.

Timbuktu

Timmy and I were drinking all night
When we came across three girls under a street light
They invited us over, and off we went
Timmy and I were totally spent
But, they were three
And, we were two
So I buk one, and Timbuktu

PD
stumpedwise.

Faked Out and Fooled

Thoughts twisted and mind numb
Am I too smart?
Or am I too dumb?

Running on the track loosing your pace
The inside lanes the shortest
but your still falling behind in the race
Ya feel like giving up?
Pourin the wine to the top of your cup
and savin the energy for another day
But question the efforts
Where your intentions true?
Or did you try to be nimble?
Did you try to be slick?
But you fell face first over the candlestick
And landed in between the dragon and his wrath
Following in the footsteps of societies path
This wholesale realization might bring you down
Or make your heart pound
But what do we do when these thoughts come around?
Do we face it?
Or do we fold?
Do we ask the dealer for another hit?
Or do we hold?
Because at Adam and Eves table
Three aces stare you in the face
And you remember the day you fell behind in the race
Throw your cards down in the midst of the rush
But the guy sitting next to you got dealt a royal flush
You were faked out and fooled
By the expectation
You were faked out and fooled
By the temptation
You were faked out and fooled
By the sensation
You were faked out fooled
Through the combination

Your thoughts become twisted and your mind goes numb
You’re left there thinking
Am I too smart?
Or am i too dumb?

PD

stumpedwise