November 15, 2022, Redbug Cabin, AL
Of all the things I ever wanted
None of them are things
For you to finally see these words
Is the only thing to which I would ever cling
Chord patterns, rhythms, melodies
Did you hear the songs I used to sing?
Of all the songs you’ve heard so far
Are any of them really things?
Of all the things people fear
The strangest one is change
The only fear I ever had
Was that things would remain the same
When time slows down all the way
Hell is there in that eternal state
Hope cannot exist outside of time
Time cannot exist outside of change
I travelled the country twenty years
Same story there, same story here
More death, failure, and tragedy
More words, chords, and melodies
My work as of yet has gone unnoticed
I am still broke but still unbroken
I’m still an old man and a little boy
Money’s just a broken toy
You can’t see or hear
Without watching and listening
Change comes cursed
And change comes gifted
Time is as wasted as time is sober
When the street lights come on
The show is over
I think I might have missed my curfew
Patience is the greatest virtue