Absent Minded
absent minded
im just a game for the ghost
they come into me
and i can never exercise them out
ive been hunted down by the previous
generations of kings and warriors
who have told me things id rather not reply
things i know and have said absent minded
i will carry to my grave and never mention
im just a game for the last living souls
an empty soul to crawl into
a game for no fools
as the present has no clue
i have no free will
ijust talk to ghosts
in the shadows haunting me because i see them and hear them
and ease their pains
try to lead them but tell them i do not know the way
is this my curs
absent minded and alone
to never be left alone
always in the presence with famous stragenrs
of previous players revelaing secrets
who never know the future to tell me when my life is in danger
absent minded victim to report and to recycle previous dreams
to think of new ways to break the chains of the confessions ive heard
to seal the deal of fates lips and everything i know but will never repeat
oir im just a madman drieing up the clouds and causing crops to wither away and die
to plant seeds of doom and gloom for the next generation
i am absent minded
empty alone until they find me
a game the dead play
and angels try to untie me
to these shackles im supposeldy able to untie at my own feet
i know that are there but i cannot see
so reality picks my scabs
and reality hides behind different masks
and reality tries to control the epic i am
as i tell them i am absen tminded
im just a mindgame for the dead to play
for them to have on elas tchance to make their amends to the world and worlds they have thrown away
they wish through me
they cry through me
they curse and scream
and beg through me
some times a medium gets off easy and they see deceased grandparents and ucles
isee terrorists and madmen
cursed with truths and deceptions of political conspiracies and ultiamted deathwishes and hysterical fairytlaes
of you just never know
absent minded
am i ever me?
do i ever get a turn to say what i need to dream
what i want to be?
do i get to live my life the way i want to?
or just be the victim of this generations angst
agianst the previous genertaion im dealing with
so i lie and hide and cry with them adn im beging pleading opening up to you with the truth
im absent minded
im a writer who writes souls and scripture from inspirations
of philosophers and deadmen who were forgotten who were never meant to be burnt or sahmed or thrown away
i am the answer to prayers that never saw the light of yesterday as they lived crawlinbg through their dust y age
victom of their own time
salves and punished stealing to survive
and trying to solve crime scenes of yesterday of why everything happened the way it did
and why the king had slaves in political justice and why the slaves never ran away to be enslaved by some other king
and why god never did anything for them
and why why why
im absent minded
im everybodies fool
the past haunts me presently and the future tricks me with dreams to
so i become the next false prophet of how everyone was better smarter more poetic and incredible than me
i try to climb the mountain of the impossible then go back to sleep
i stumble to dream
and refuse to eat
smoke another cigarette
and sometimes just dont feel like dancing
to the sorrow of the witches who were burnt and drowned as doctors of religious conspiracies
imjust empty minded
a mindgame for the future they predicted
and the future sees me too
to be trapped in this present
and stuck being this
whatever i am
absent minded joke im not telling
this suicidal punishment
this sense of justice to the injustice of what i am
as everything adds up
i am a man a the cherry tree
and the past is one lion
coming onto me
the future is another
coming into the past
and im stuck climbing the tree
eating the cherries
wondering when the seasons change
how long i can survive
when will the lions get tired of waiting for me to fall out of the tree
and will they play with their food before
they devour me
im just empty minded
writing things that go through my head
tearing pages out of a prophets book i thought
was false and now i live in regret for all the wishes i wanted that came true
and now i try to change everything
and the cement truck is coming
to make everything permanent
so i have to come up with another act for man
another time capsule
another trick up my sleeve
another way to escape the illusion of tomoorpow
and the tricks of time and fate
and the ghosts of yesterday haunting me
and the visions of tomorrow that i see
im absent minded
wondering when will these angels and demons
come to the conclusion
what they are doing
is not free will
they may think they are teaching a god
but
ill lleave the cliff ahnger up to you....
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