Oh well, listening to a bit of Bob Dylan and having a late night beer..just wrote this..
i am not full grown
but i'm not looking down
just a lonely child
in a fading town
i sometimes fight
and take a punch or two
it don`t hurt so much
and it helped me.. as i grew
trucks pass by and kick up
the dust..
wheels of broken chrome
showing up the rust
it`s the way..it`s always going to be
i am only a shadow of what they call
destiny..
a falling token, a game of chance
a sense of triviality..but it won`t last
and what is all about
if it`s not all about me...
my father drinks all night
my mother hides the glass
thinking he won`t see
she ain`t so bright..
neon glows thru the curtains
i grip the pillow tight
it don`t help me sleep.but
i love that old blue light
and the sound of every drunk
thats singing on the ground
people just step over them
or they walk around..
it`s the way..it`s always going to be
i am only a shadow of what they call
destiny..
a falling token, a game of chance
a sense of triviality..but it won`t last.
and what is all about
if it`s not all about me...
i am not full grown
but i`m not looking down
just a lonely child
in a fading town