The End

the breath of breeze
rustling the leaves
3k short and a gun to the head,
A sunset never looked so red.

staring out a window,
waiting to meet god
but god don't live anywhere
so i forget what happened there.

identities lost, but never gone
running never lasts long:
out of breath in Colorado,
a voice on the other end of the phone
tricked again into coming home.

Can't ever get far enough away
can't ever get far enough away
i'm always there, in the way.

the problems just seem to follow,
like nature's breath, in and out.
the forests breath just like me
and still i dream of fires.

home was only ever
a starting point to run from
trading dope for guns
planning armored car robberies
planning to kill me

waiting outside the grocery store
may not have been the best idea
the purse had no money
and the old woman fought hard
no home in that score card

lilting fury, each wave,
sleeping in the backseat
sober - exhaustion wins in the end
it always wins in the end

like death, always losing
to a new generation
we endure the time to do
and scream when we think
no one is around to hear us.

the days are a blur
of action and reaction
bleeding like colors
into one another

like dreams, people appear
in memories, corrupted by ...
je ne c'est quoi? desire?
the clouds are on fire.

keep trying to remember.
keep trying to forget.
lifetimes of hunger,
with feasts every hour.

there is no ending.