It's crazy like a dingo
Restless feeling just creeping along
Up from the bottoms of my feet
Light up and take heed
Just another excuse to go outside,
the frames and foundations.
Drive yourself like a truck
over the edge into the deep
Inhale... exhale...
Breath dissipates
Fading like existence...
Feeling like bionic...
Stuck inside
Wondering into vapors...
Clouds of desperate measures...
Crossing lines
It's crazy like a desert,
only chilling dry and frigid
Up from the bottom of your lungs
and blown away
Just a second excuse to go outside,
clinching and crawling
Fading like existence...
MM 1998
(artwork by Bob Rob)
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