There's a thorn in my side
That never stops chafing
A hole dark and daunting
As stark madness raving
My thorn seeks assuagement
In a place who knows where
Incomplete and halfway
Never quite getting there
There's a thorn in my side
That just keeps on aching
A sore deep and wounding
As bleeding hearts breaking
I'm a temporary man with a temporary thought
wearing temporary suits temporarily I had saw,
I'm live camouflage in temporary human being,
oh, I'm a temporary thing, according to the law!
I'm 'pon the US Wait-n-Sea!
improvise my ship doth not
hear a life shall wait for me
time redeeming all but lost!
I got caught in the attachments of the world
poor relative judgment became my moniker,
now I've let it all go and made new mantras
ordinary balance end analogous awareness
No one is more equal
Nor less faultlessly built
We're but all broken bits
Of the same mortal quilt
No one is less worthy
Nor more perfectly made
We're but all damaged goods
Of defective low-grade
No one is less human
No more flawlessly blest
We're but all on the blink
Of a life soon at rest
Yes, and what we've done with our twin lives,
'tis a movie in the can exploring rise and falls
Whilst what we're doing here in our late lives
'tis proof gentle man, we're now standing tall!
There's only you, which is me
And then there's me, which is you
So alike it's plain to see
Sunkissed atoms through and through
Love's the universal pact
Signed by you, and also me
Such a simpleminded act
Wide-eyed truth on bended knee
I'm posting, publishing, soon peeking
I've been doing this all day in and out
At moment I believe I'm also peaking
hoping some day's kind to my shouts
I'm mending on a heartstring
healed in bath salts of reason
I feel like sobriety had led me
off an old lane in self-treason
Sometime went to her tolling
processing fate must survive,
I love to see ordinary balance
equally psychologically alive
Well then, what do I stand for?
'tis personally and only for me
which's one's the most upright
just Buddha say now I can see!
Reach reach reach down inside
Deep in the comfy numb
The place of toxic flaws
Where virulence comes from
Pull pull pull the heartstrings
Dead to the broken soul
The place of self-reproach
Where sorrows take their toll
Reach reach reach for the sky
Dark as the bitter moon
The place of run and gun
Where pipers play their tune
