Away Sick

Complacent, Too complacent
Have to move around
Hate being stuck here
Hate feeling down
Halting to a metaphoric ailment
In this empty town
Grey, Depressing
And full of leper dreams

I came back
Now I want to go away again

Far away, So far away
Where modest arms hold me
And where over exposed egos never exist

Am I one of the many who hear the same words?
Words spreading around like fictional forest fires
That non fiction becomes seduced by?

Is it real?
Then why not just to me?
I am always glad to share
But for this once I want to know
If there is any meaning to it

Confusion, Confusion
Life can be such an illusion
Choosing and choosing
The right words wisely
Does anyone realize I cannot lie?
But saying that perhaps someone thinks I just lied
Go figure

This is surely a ramble
And a rant induced by incoherent rhythm
Unbalancing act by the scales of time
In the rising twins of warp speeding thoughts
Where the air gasps for its own logical heir abundances

Why are the best things so far away?
I just want to fly away
But to where?
Is there really a home sweet home?

I sure hate complaining but at times things do need to come out

Perhaps I can cast this out for good?



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
5/5/11