Have that feeling, it's happening again,
Cannot hide, still feel it rise.
Whats does this mean, it's so obscene,
Live on earth; just keep it clean.

Is this be a dream? No, I don't believe.
Must live this lie, or feel so high?
Still reaching; can't grab the sky.
Living here; but rather die?

Cannot feel, so just what is real?
Face the shit; and forced to deal.
Whats the answers, to know a Cancer?
To meet the friends, have it start again...

Live to learn, the fire burns,
Live in the past, take a drink; have a blast
Greet the people; November burnt steeple,
The engine roars; sounds of shutting doors.

Can't move forward; must stay back,
Ask some questions, don't know Jack.
Pushed away, clueless; lost,
The price of happiness, how much the cost?

Say hello, or fall below,
Live in peace, or die in sorrow.
Please do not cry, theres always still time,
Dial the number; or simply go on-line.

Cannot confide, not sure whats to hide,
Forced to ask, is there feeling inside?
Is there meaning? the mind, its still screaming,
Let go of the pain within, theres no escape...
It's happening again!

The feeling still changes, like people and ages,
Still feeling down, like rocks underground,
Age limits rise, like saltwater tides,
Which truth should be known; or made to abide

Just want to mope; made forced to cope,
Lose your mind; short changed by a dime,
Watching steps, stagger around,
Stumble; trip, or fall; hit the ground.

Feeling too small; hear not a sound,
All friends promise, here to be found,
Fighting for oil; the clash of nations,
No defined love; just false relations.

Checkmate is close, just make a move,
Cornered now and certain to lose,
The bitch driver again; twice to fail,
Drive the car; receive some mail.

Birthday wishes from the knowledgable,
Reading the cards; yes, legible,
Counting cash; screw savings accounts,
Check on the money, how much is left out?

Mind full of doubt; have 'empty stomach' rumble,
Still body aches as fresh cookies crumble,
5 hours of work, just today; full of quirks,
Just sit and wait; pass the time, make the date

The weekend is gone; goodbye, so long,
Confused in the thoughts; grab guitar, play a song,
Money to waste, buy cd's; post-haste,
All sun, without the fog, go to Yarmouth; to borrow a dog.

Flip the calender, another month has past,
Call up the friends, buy some stuff; blow some cash,
Long-distance call; a friend on the way,
Monday will come; a week will friend stay.

Been too long; no time to write,
Hear about bitching; people starting fights,
E-mails to write, along with a story,
Today was alright; although kind of boring

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