sometimes someone’s tripping worried bout future and all and you’re the only person that they can really depend on and you’re tripping too and when they put their fears on your shoulders, even though they’ve held yours for years, and still do, you’re tripping so bad all you do is snap back and only after a good night sleep you wake up and realize just how spoiled you act
sometimes i wish i could just run away
to empty corn fields and clear skies
and hills with clouds just dancing
with you, hon’
we’d have ourselves a little house
and treat each other nice
and eat good food and have good times
nice sleeps, and days, and fun
dancing with the sunshine
all of it a little dream
flowing by and seen from underneath the rocks
with little fish and sparkly sand
and watergliders sliding by
well wake up
splash
life’s no walk in the clouds
responsibilities and history tear you up
there’s no escaping where you’re from
it follows you
to smoke-filled lungs
through that lump stuck in your throat
and through the knots behind your stomach
it’s that soarness in your arms
and in your jaw
how you want to get violent
but at what
there’s no escaping it
it’s in you
and it won’t let you go
what good is running when you know it’ll mess things up more
what good is arguing when you’re not the one that’ll pay for it
what good is bothering
you’re stuck
that’s it
fuck this shit
someday, we’ll meet and things will be alright
not perfect, but nice between us
we’ll go somewhere and try to build a life
the life with the clouds and streams
and although we’ll have to wake up quite a lot
hopefully our kids won’t have to as much
hopefully we didn’t have to as those before us
i don’t know bout these metaphors,
but i hope with us this bullshit stops