Another New Generation

I'm beginning to understand why the drunks, the dropouts, the rejects and the washouts are the way they are.

I can somehow relate to this warped view the desperate masses have as they stumble the streets at night.

Looking for one more hit, one more quick fix, one more sip, one last hoorah before they fall back down.

Self worth, self preservation; nobody has time for luxuries when you're constantly running.

We're not anything special, we're just the early stages of a warning message to another new generation.

Live easy, have fun, and if it doesn't work be familiar with  your gun because you can't count on tomorrow's sun.

Fateful Day

They say take it slow, rethink your mind

All you have is the rest of time

There's no hurry for this love youre after

Forget your troubles, join in on the laughter

But the real humor is the games they play

And the poison in the words they say

I don't deny this inner travesty

I won't pretend I'm not exactly what you see

A worried soul never resting

Thoughts and theories ever testing

To prove to only one, it's still worth it now

And put down the pain, you'll make it somehow

Not now, not ever, will they see

The real condition of the man in me

The fragile cracks on which they walk

The weight of the words they carelessly talk

It might all be mended by a single word

If the meaning of which is ever heard

Before the sun sets on that fateful day

Before it's all given up and thrown away

I Tried

It's hard not to stare, just as difficult to pretend not to care,

But I won't ask how long you think this will last,

Because I don't want a repeat of the past.

I'll prepare the knot in this rope even as I hold onto a hope,

That I'm wrong and just afraid, too impatient to wait another day,

For the answers I seek and the mayhem I reap.

When all the dust has come to rest, at least I can say I tried my best.