so i’m working on a new post
this isn’t it

but i haven’t gone away
i haven’t died

the dream lives on
the jester will ultimately turn up in any pack . . .
no matter how many of them you throw away
they know that all the games are going to end
so if there’s a hand in front of you . . .

ante up
let’s play

my life’s a little sad right now
my life’s a little bit sad
my dreams a little bit bad right now
my mind a little bit mad

my peace is a little bit rent right now
my peace it has been rent
that’s not really what i just meant right now
what’s left is a little bit bent

I threw myself off a mountain
Aiming at the sky
And hit what I was after
Like that, learned how to fly

I ran down that mountain
Without earth beneath my feet
Feelings torn out of reality
Not one of the sheep

Bring me back that heartfelt lover
Bring back the tattered shore
I’ll trade my wine for water
If that’s what you’re looking for

i’ve too much passion
or not enough
depending on the situation
and how embarrassed i can be made

sometimes hollow
at others overflowing
my soul is in a state
and i’m not sure why

passion is such a two edged blade
giving so
and taking much
overpowering, yet subtle

a glance can set me off
and bring on a burning fire
or a wish to maim
a fall into a blissful narcotic cloud of want