3/2/09 (poor and unhappy, arizona, spring 2009)

on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and these days go slow, just withering by the doldrums have come, and taken my life day after day, the quiet is long and night after night, the madness stretches on the weight of it all, it crushes me whole the tortures of life, and those good and ol' the thrill of it all, being on my own does not nearly make up for the growing hole the decline of my mind, the sinking of my soul is destroying my being, freezing my heart cold i'm on the run, from what i do not know but here i am, in this sorry hell for a home my roots are not deep, and soon i will leave so my heart doesn't rot, and finds some peace to the road i'll head, i'll feel all i can feel and so maybe some day, i'll finally be free i guess we'll see