Don’t waste time walking’ & that’s like a motto for a whole generation. His voice is complacent & my vigor is vacant Both had long work days but his paid better & mine was way wetter, weather like my life too cold to not hurt, but too hot to fully freeze. We live in inbetween, but focus on either side, to ride w/ destination in mind becomes unbearable, the best way to get a place is to forget you’re going at all. // And maybe he wonders how I got her attention but what he doesn’t know is I got it four years ago and now it’s just a shadow or maybe a second wind–we hope it carries till we can breath again. // It’s an exposition, but it’s not that good tends to go that way nowadays, more about the balls to display than really displaying balls. & I’m chilled to the bone, because of that will never be alone, the opposite of them who blocked all pain, or at least feinged and now are together lonesome // Is it modern to say “this is a great song”? Then postmodern to say “I appreciate this song because…”? // This shit goes on whether or not I’m here to see it, but shit makes my blood boil, and motherfucker I would hit you