Writings from the past

The mold on the bread drives me to tears

And I’m already thinking about leaving here

Could it be that my life is all a mistake

Is that why I can’t seem to catch a break

Why am I here; what’s supposed to happen

Why do I feel like my guardian angel’s nappin’

I feel like I’m on the brink of something really big

On the other hand I feel like I might as well dig

Dig myself a grave to lie in and wait

And hide from all my feelings of love and fear and hate

Have you made your peace today

Or do all the worries stay

I’m trying to find a way

To honestly feel okay

But the letter I wrote

Hasn’t been answered

And my fears still lay there

That he won’t even care

I’ll never get my answers

And I’ll never go on

I don’t know who to talk to

And I don’t know what to say

All my energy is wasted on

Someone who is 3000 miles away

I’m just a lost soul

Paying my toll

Throwing myself around

Without making a sound

I wish he was here 

To make everything clear

But that’s not really the point

I just want a fucking joint!

Why be put through this

When it’ll all be gone soon

I’m about to be lost

In the dark waters of the moon

Klamath Falls, Oregon ~2001

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