summer 12 revised

friends change and those you loved may not love you

the way you think they ought the way that you've

been trying hard to live so right so good

like kids, drunk, playing games they shouldnt play

because they never listened to the rules

so dumbly they get changed the game gets long

instead of seeing it to the bitter end

on home they run to eat in daddy's seat

yet he's not heading home nor will he be

you're him now don't you see you have his face

the lines etched in your brow the wrinkled eyes

the faces that you make at things too real

the things you lived avoiding, now cannot 

you bought some things you never get to use

or choose not to, the difference is too thin 

remembering all the ways you didnt change

but should have because hey, cmon, get real

one man can't stand alone against the tide

nor can five or eight or any amount

the artificial forces just as strong
as twisting cyclones clawing at the earth

leveling stone statues in their path

that's you you're stone you're now a cloud of dust

you fought to stay ahead the jostling crowd

and now you're getting crushed against the fence

alongside me and other lonesome dream-
ers eking out the reasons to survive

then pasting them on tiny glowing screens

and listening for a voice above the din

we monks without a creed preserving thoughts
for future generations to ignore

i handle evolution well but change
will knock me from my pulpit to the floor

i still prefer the continental drifts

to earthquakes and the changing of the year

to sudden cyclones spewing dust and dirt

but when did we start getting what we want

since when are we the masters of our fate

by clinging on to random slabs of wood

that used to be a bench in some great church

some old world institution built to save

us from the miseries i've rushed to greet

now sorrow just insults the ones i love

as if they aren't good enough for me

but whether they have seen it or have not

i've never been too keen on holding back

from scrawling out my misery to read

one day in happier times and laugh out loud

sometimes my heart is bullied by the seasons

and sometimes i get sad for silly reasons