thangs don't change they only get rearranged,
caught up in the game,
trapped inside the nucleus of my own tangled web,
struggling vigorously to escape the wrath
hidden at the end of this rigorous path;
i can remember when time cruised by,
but nowadays they fly, zoom like kodak,
toking on a sack, while listening to louie
blowing the sax;
its just another brother writing the blues;
traveling dazed and confused;
witnessed abuse now
fell obtuse and acute
hit from every angle
is my angel tilling the garden;
i'm stuck, however my faith
remains intact;
thangs don't change they only
become more estranged