Escalators
if i lay down
on an escalator
would you step on me
just a rug
tired of hugs and relaxation
i've given up
on my autobiography
cold coffee and a pillow
days that feel slow
are enough for me
if i gave in
to the corporate tactics
would you say that i
jeopardized
all that i once believed in
has come untied
Teddy Roosevelt - "I cannot speak softy"
cold coffee and a pillow
days that feel slow
are enough for me
do you ever think about the future
what holds those invisible sutures together
is the doctor in
whatever happened to spontaneity
it's my deity
and i'm in charge of me
let's see how far we can walk with our eyes closed
each step raises the bar of uncertainty
but fortunately
our feet are wheels that ride the maze
that is my life my hour my days
let's take the escalator up
we've been living in a cup that's china-made
i drank the kool aid
i paid too much for
and more is just a bore
of plastic happiness
let's get rid of the rest of this
twist yourself to hear the truth
your laundry list is so uncouth
of things been checked off
forgotten or left off
and all the lights you never turned off
and i'm the man who pays
if i lay down
would you pick me or
would you step on me
we're out of toilet paper again
all this talk about the end is eating me up
would you please shut up
we've had enough
of the apocalypse
and its making me sick and i cannot predict
the ending of my favorite show
or was it a book in slow motion
like Captain Cook on the Indian Ocean
eaten alive and great history lies in you and I
and I think that's ok