Tuesday, August 09, 2011

the awful truth about my youth



last night i had a dream
i revisited the past


i could feel all of the pain but
i couldn’t change the fact that


i could feel all of the shame but
everything was still an act


i could feel all of the loneliness but
i couldn’t make contact


i woke up with a song 
and (maybe) clarity at last


it went: “life is a delivery 
you never wanna get back…