a place among the heavens..
a place among the stars..
a place to call home..
we might even make it to Mars..
switch on the news..
what makes it on the screen..
while you eat your dinner..
and soul searching through
some magazine..
the thing with you kids these days..
I just don't know what makes you tick..
I was never apart of this world..
Although it slowly takes me apart..
bit by bit..
Slowly makes me sick..
how the clock on the wall..
goes tick tick tick..
I feel like screaming sometimes..
Till all I see is red..crimson..
blue..and then black..
How the cold light of day..
and the darkest hours of night..
Always pulls me back..
And sanity is what you make it..
as the tears mix with the years..
the fear and loathing of loneliness..
of an empty hollow-man-made-self..
how once the egg cracks..
to hold it in your hand..
see how the whites leave the yolk behind..
like so much grains of sand..
to see through the looking glass..
and know it's all pretend..
ice cream and candied dreams..
I'll see things through with you..
up until the very end..
~~the end
By Rick Weber
September 16, 2013
copywritten 2013
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