my thousands of stones
Canāt find my way outta three dollar suit Feel incompetent Feel thrown for a loop
See rapture and roses And fall into dust With the clouds in my eyes Just about to go bust
Where the hell am I going Where the fuck have I been Can feel my blood flowing In and out of my skin
For I must be blind Cannot hear myself scream And the screen On the stage Hides the fear of my dreams
No longer relate to the one Iāve become Itās the clown from the circus In a cage rife with thorns Who is trying to laugh through the tears they must shed Like a coat thatās grown tattered From years long adorned
Yet remains for eternity Constantly cast Hands outstretched waiting For lifeās second chance
When it dawns on this mortal Reproached in a shell That the only one quaking is Me while I dwell
Within mind over mind Can I ever be true To the one Iāve held blue And bided my time āTis been here all along Gentle heartbeats align
Hear the thump thump In unison As I stare in the mirror At my greatest achievement Thatās been hidden for years
Can I find within reason and break from the ice Can I conquer the distance Without thinking twice
Itās a chance I must take Neither fear or remorse For Iām sure of my image On journeyās recourse
Through the twists and the turns Through the myriad lies Within major league mazes Left lost on the side
I contend and absolve And do hereby attain A contented reminder That I am still Sane though Iām still in a loop And still groping in darkness To get rid of this suit A cheap imitation A steal at three bucks And if you call now I might just give a fuck As my elder is cast among my thousands of stones Itās time for the real me to finally stay home.
Matthew K. (Nuskat) Benjamin 10/19/2020












