Fire & pain, drivin' god insane
Heartbeat felt in the eyes
Meeting in the mind we resemble
Turn the Phrase of monkey see
Monday is what it is to be
Come to the window pane
See yourself, intruder insane
For the real, for the meal
Walking back and forth on foot
Parking in the lot of confusion
Getting tired of thoughts & sin
But I know exactly where i've been
Can't reach you, can't touch you
Swallowing fossil fuel for the show
Dick & Jane, Spot & a Big Mac to go.
--rjs 2/23/2011