Sometimes there’s days. Sometimes there’s days, when I’m not, quite feeling like myself. In some ways it strange, These passing days, they fill me with nothing I can’t not do without. I’ll let you in on secret, I’ve learned to dance with my demons, into the wee wee hours of where’ve you been. And it’s not what I’m saying, it’s what I’m feeling every time I see the whole tide turning course.
Sometimes it weighs me down.
When it rains, boy it rains in buckets, torrential flooding all around. So to stay safe, to keep me sane, I day dream, in a parallel world I’ve roamed before. You see I’m bored with this channel, tired of the reruns, I’d rather lose my sight, be void of sound. Seems you can’t, let loose and dance freely releasing all of that in which you think you are.
Sometimes it weighs me down.
Let’s pretend, pretend we’re playing parcheesi, and every man looks out for himself. But it not a game, it’s insane all these deeply seeded fragments of who I am. I’m tired of dissecting, realigning and correcting Trying just to fill a void. So sometimes there’s days, lately too many days when I’m not quite feeling like myself.