“there is so much more”
when i heard the news,
my heart fell on the floor.
i was on a plane on my way to baltimore.
in these troubled times it’s hard enough as it is.
my soul has a known a better life than this.
i wonder how so many can be in so much pain,
while others don’t seem to feel a thing.
then i curse my whiteness
and i get so d-mn depressed.
in a world of suffering,
why should i be so blessed?
i heard about a women who lives in colorado.
she built a monument of sorts behind the garage door,
where everyday she prays for all whom are born
and all whose souls have p-ssed on.
sometimes my trouble gets so thick,
i can’t see how i’m gonna get through it.
but, then i’d rather be stuck up in a tree
then be tied to it.
there is so much more.
i don’t feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit.
i cant get used to my body’s limits.
i got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues.
they cost a lot of money but they aren’t worth a thing.
i wanna free my feet from the broken gl-ss and concrete.
i need to get out of this city.
lay upon the ground stare a hole in the sky,
wondering where i go when i die.
…when i die.