Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Go


Haunted and hunted.
Hell hounds on my trail.
Flaunted and punted
All to no avail

And I pack up my bags and

I can't find the future,
Can't escape the past;
Stuck in the present.
Alone at last

And then I pack up my bags and
pack up my bags and

I'm burnt and busted
Cut off from the flow
Doped up and dusted
And I just don't know

So I pack up my bags and
pack up my bags and
I pack up my bags and

Why can't I be more like you
And want the simple things you do?
The happiness that just eludes
The emptiness that I exude
The foolishness that I include
And all the lies I swear are try and so I

Pack up my bags and then I
Pack up my bags and then I
Pack up my bags and go

And I pack up my bags and
Pack up my bags and
Pack up my bags and go.

5 comments:

theresa said...

... a restless man looking for a home?

Baby, you seem like you are in an amazing place right now. Maybe you have been for a while, and I'm just coming out of my winter stupor and noticing. This is a great poem. It says so much in a fantastic way.

Bougie Black Boy said...

Hmmm... pack your bags and go! And, uh. don't forget to take me with you!

AndyT13 said...

This started out as a post with, sentences and everything but I got lost with what I was trying to say.
I liked the way the words sounded together and it just kind of turned into a poem. Um...tune. Thing. Don't read too much into it. THey're just words yo. Aight?

MG said...

I LOVE this.... a lot...

:)

Anonymous Assclown said...

but theyre not just words, yo.
this was really outstanding (and unlike theresa, im not just saying that to get you in bed).