Whiskey is a friend
In a room with cold floors, bare walls
And compelling reasons to leave.
It keeps strange company.
The ice it mingles with tinkles against the glass,
Crying out like a child with a loose bladder .
And I listen.
And I drink.
It leaves me with nothing.
Just the small understanding
That a word of truth saves a page of bullshit.
I think I’ll step into the rain that isn’t falling and wallow in the mud that isn’t there.
I think I’ll fly in the sky to the rainbow that has the little man who is never really there.
I’ll fold my wings on blue and lay my head on red like a bed and talk to the little man.
He said, “As true as you are on blue, none of this is here.
And there!? There is where your careless mind entreats you to retreat. To here!
So, that you hear this is neither nearly there nor here but merely in your head.
It’s a bit of fun for a while though non-existent all the while.
Denial in a file left behind reality in the mind.”
Something happened and its too late for me to fix it.
Time moved and I was too stuck in the future to see the present
How was I to know that my best chance to experience new things would be so short?I look back to see who I was and I’m surprised.
I was young and I didn’t know it.
I was less than I thought in many ways and more than I expected in others
The events of a lifetime happened while I stayed inside
A mind working too hard to prepare for a life that could be
While the bits and pieces of people around would have made everything more
Where is the lesson and the new life?
Where is the chance to change it?
Even now it’s not apparent
Mine is a perspective ten thousand miles above
Looking down at the many paths that I won’t walk.
Caught, covered and carefully carried;
The thief of my dreams appeared.
Can I contain this, a carriage for my fears?
How long will I remain a victim of inaction;
Paralyzed by thought; deprived of my satisfaction?
