Walking Cane

maybe it's the weather

changing so quickly

maybe it's the shockwaves s

till running through me

maybe it's the wonder

I know I once felt

the rushing sound in my head

when the lights went out

maybe it's the memory

the blurry amber glow

the pitching of the main sail

the fires down below

maybe it's the lifeforce

jealousy, be dammed

craving explanation

please tell me who I am

maybe it's the chemicals

in my blood, in my brain

in the river, in the treetops

scribbled notes to numb the pain

Gallium, Germanium

in the palm of my hand

a dog in a raincoat

a goat screaming like a man

maybe it's the chances

the random crush of time

dulling down the edges

the will to fight resigned

maybe it's the failure

to find a better way

maybe we're all strangers

in the cold light of the day

maybe it's a question

is this really happening?

have we learned nothing?

here we go again

history on a pinwheel

the blinking of an eye

hand me down my walking cane

kiss the boys goodnight