cloud

I'm strappin in for an impact

and listening to Floyd

The corners are calling themselves

I can hear them, in tolerant whispers

there are nothing but curves left in the room

The rain is relentless today 

I'll shine on alright

but I'm not a diamond (man)

more a lump of coal and sometimes crazy

12 years have passed and I haven't moved an inch

except to swirl in the maelstrom of utter chaos

You seemed to do it all right

still painful, but it had a process didnt it?

Your pegs moved one at a time until the square peg fit

the whirlwind brings only stasis in the end

Where do alter egos go when we switch out the lights?

Is there any end to the tongue tied shit they leave us with?

Grandma told me that there will always be one thing in your life that goes right

at any one time, but it can't all be right, all of the time

I'll just head for smooth and calm

I need peace (with a smile on its face)

and another cup of coffee

srwb 2010