Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Just (out of bed)
Just wanna sit here, laid back,
Letting the caffeine rot away the bad days,
And wicked moments that came
With a slew of exhaust and agony.
Just chillin’ here, eating a bagel,
Wasting away my thoughts by the bay
And receiving the song of the seagulls
As the receive me in the only way they know how,
By diving for my bagel and I let them have it.
Just wandering about the highway
With pencil and pad in hand
And thinking that I would enjoy a good hamburger today,
While hoping that my moment has finally come,
That my friction has paid off
As truckers pass me by, honking.
Just beating down the minutes,
Wasting time and as sleight of hand
Pours thoughts onto paper
As though it were a proper skill rather than proper talent.
And all I can do is
Wonder if my bed is still warm after having left it to get up and write for ten minutes.
July 28, 2004
Letting the caffeine rot away the bad days,
And wicked moments that came
With a slew of exhaust and agony.
Just chillin’ here, eating a bagel,
Wasting away my thoughts by the bay
And receiving the song of the seagulls
As the receive me in the only way they know how,
By diving for my bagel and I let them have it.
Just wandering about the highway
With pencil and pad in hand
And thinking that I would enjoy a good hamburger today,
While hoping that my moment has finally come,
That my friction has paid off
As truckers pass me by, honking.
Just beating down the minutes,
Wasting time and as sleight of hand
Pours thoughts onto paper
As though it were a proper skill rather than proper talent.
And all I can do is
Wonder if my bed is still warm after having left it to get up and write for ten minutes.
July 28, 2004
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Just (out of bed)
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