that's not even wrong
that's not even wrong
fuck design by committee
stewing in anger
that's not even wrong
fuck design by committee
stewing in anger
when there is some doubt
take some counsel from nature
sit within sunshine
the 2am blues
that old curse has me again
what's a guy to do
to do what's needed
do this that and the other
shave another yak
feel the emptiness
where all those thoughts dissipate
reach into the void
the warmth holds in close
cocooned in that old blanket
lazy days of spring
a chasm is formed
to be slivering away
splinter in finger
so invisible
inside the press of people
gasping for a breath
to walk a little
and reach out to the sunshine
the simple pleasures
between wants and needs
not always able to see
feel that drop of sun