screaming at walls that never seem to reply
they move and block but never conform
they werent subtle and caused the dreaming
that was too much to hope for
handlebar grip is loose from the sweat
and hands no longer want to bind
and the fall onto the curb without a road to lose balance
looking into the face of the foreman's dog
broken records repeat a repeater's words
a conflict not humane but with gravity
as the long distance runner keeps on going
one foot will go in front of the other
when the farther it might go
the foundation will be the wake of a new order
with no performing yawn that is out of step
it onlys permeates into sob stories
that are self serving with absent purpose
a blueprint that evaporates with time
so the plans failed by losing your head
until reality sums it up in one word
like the margin walker, set him on fire
until he climbs...
a hill, a tree, a mountain and then the world
yes, there goes the champion strutting his prized pride
the wall rages on as target
until you are asleep at the wheel
and your drive is no place position
for the clash that sets in in the wreck
and that's the pain...
is it justified in it's worth?
Mike McVeigh
10-21-01