Good- Bye
It was goodbye with three eyes blind
That I wait in the bread line waiting
For the world to feed me like a bad
Case of minority fever, just pull the
Lever to every clever thought that’s
Led me to run away from you,
Some God up in the sky that is
Waiving good- bye to the past in
Me, that makes haste to deliver me
From a world ready to satisfy me
Like a robot mechanism I so easily
Jump into what so easily will kill me
When senses fail and fade to black
Like burning this city times three with
Tobacco trances in the entrances of
My fortress guarded by some empathy
How’d you suffer with me, you become us,
You cause us to trust when we wave good-bye
To what we don’t understand, the world and
Its ways, the ocean and its waves, not one
Single surf eroding sand without his thumbs
Tilting the earth on its axes, am I a man just
Waving good-bye to past bike scenes where
Locks were left, stolen in seconds we
Walked around the mall, we left with a
Guilty stall to paint the wall our favorite
Color, is releasing tear dropped journal
Entries into the air my plight of despair,
As if text messaging could save me in
The middle of conversations, without
Altruism I seek a night at the museum
Where the ordinary would come to
Life, living like giving abundance is
Bland despondence to His name,
All he really wants is for me to
Believe that east never meets west,
That He is the very best friend I
Could ever amend and no matter
The distance He will show up
In my instance, today, now,
Cup of coffee ready for life
Today, I embrace your good-bye.
I press in until I die, I press in,
I wave good-bye to the past.
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