I don’t know..

Slowly  making my way through the chaos

like a branch drifting into the unknown

I stumble and fall below, anyone knows the time?

and for some reason I raise my voice.

what lures me into being here,

being at all, if that makes sense?

I don’t care…’ Cause suddenly I feel a lust for beer,

so I join the laughs at someone elses expense.

Can you feel the pain of the mockingbird?

is it possible to feel the pain of a mockingbird?

Does a mockinbird feel pain at all?

She told you so, huh?

A shadow climbed upon the wall,

bent between the cracks, then stalled.

A ray of light from the nearby truck,

laid light upon some words that struck

some words tend to act this way, indeed.

they struck your mind and leave you there to bleed.

but ask anyone, anyone at all,

can words like love..

and peace.

and sodomy

really hurt or maybe just provoke?