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:
... 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.
Hmmm... pack your bags and go! And, uh. don't forget to take me with you!
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?
I LOVE this.... a lot...
:)
but theyre not just words, yo.
this was really outstanding (and unlike theresa, im not just saying that to get you in bed).
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