It’s always been a balance for me,
between the right and the wrong;
I can never seem to get it right,
when I am on the road, I want
shelter, your loving arms,
your weeping mama; when
I’m at home, I wanna get
outta town, I get bored stiff
by being tied down to all these
middle class pickers and choosers.
Tell me again: what is it about us,
that makes us human? That
makes us want to salute the eternal,
and save the unsaveable? Perhaps
it’s destiny that we are meant to
gratify our senses but perhaps also,
it’s the secret of the cosmos,
that we want what we can’t have,
we have what we don’t want, and yet,
all it takes is some fresh cigarette smoke,
off a friend, to truly feel at peace.