Sentiment Expressed

On a daily basis, I tie my shoe laces 

Then I go to the fishing spot

The lintel shines through when the sky grows dark 

But the sun's lobes were never seen 

I fall over my clouded acumen, uttering jargon 

I'm a sponge absorbing information

 

I'm red with regret, spinning out of control 

Down a rabbit hole 

Ipso facto 

I'm fucked, a lame duck, cock stiff

Wood pulp

I don't believe your bullshit 

Ancient history written on papyrus 

I have a mind of my own 

 

Yes, it's true

Auf Wiedersehen Sie 

Auf Wiedersehen, Auf Wiedersehen now

I'm lumbering on barren ground

Beetle-browed, still figuring shit out 

Aimlessly dashing down my current thoughts 

I'm ill-starred, wayward

Dwelling on so on and so on 

At night I gaze at the stars

I succumb to temptation

 

The ice is thawing 

What's happening to me?

I never seem to learn my lesson

I make impulsive decisions

I live for the moments of radio static 

Sure, I have no more room for Gaelic 

Doing cartwheels 

I don't know what's real and fake 

Going down memory lane 

I'm asphyxiating from the sheer pain 

As rays of sunshine glitter

I gloss over the gospel truth 

 

I've been interrupted by a hullabaloo

The elephant in the room, a gallus taboo

One too many times I've spent months in a surreal dream 

Devising art, in Sheol, the winds whistle 

I listen to the drizzle 

I stop in my tracks at the death knell

Whilst I swell with an army of khaki emotions 

I've frozen, again, thinking il y a plus à la vie 

Once I was over the moon with joie de vivre

Now I'm lost without an itinerary.