when you dance naked on rooftops you burn your feet

satellite skies with voyeur eyes

there is no costume or disguise

the lie is truth the truth a lie

i start my morning’s paxil high

 

i’m zombiefied and getting by

paxilated and untied

so long ago i lost my way

and roamed the dark streets of decay

 

to touch the gutter i’d reach up

the law of truth became corrupt

i lost my faith in absolutes

no argument was resolute

 

i cared not then i care not now

no creases on a furrowed brow

i may not walk the neon lights

or stay up drinking every night

but i’m the me i was back then

there’s no need to go back again

 

with words i wander far afield

but nothing new will be revealed

amid the rust and layered dust

decay’s the only thing i trust

 

some smoke some weed and some will pray

paxil’s how i start my day

some say that it will do me harm

they counsel me with great alarm

 

and i forget they have not read

all the things that i have said

walking the dark streets of decay

they do not know that all they say

 

will never penetrate my mind

where the only thing you’ll find

are words i write after “because”

it just is and then it isn’t

and that’s all it ever was

 

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