Dayton

You know I worked a very fast life
Struggling for something much greater than I
Turning my thoughts, picking up lots
While scrubbing with solvents and breathing them in
My body’s work, it did not meet with my mind’s
It did not meet with my passions but it sure took my time
And I hoped for the best, I could see better coming
Like a turn on the map of the road I was riding
The way things go, you never know what comes behind you
There’s something going down I can’t explain
And If it’s real, why can’t I shake it?
Must I wait for dawn to ditch me on the fireside of sane?
When I broke out from Dayton, I did not know what to do next
So sick from being a rat tail hanging off the wrong man’s neck
And you know retaliation, shooting from a bow that’s badly bent
Made for marks I did not tell you of, for they were never really meant
I been thinking again about the men in the mailroom
How they gone postal from somebody else’s meaning
About the weight of the words, how they swiftly traverse
From the mind through the pen to the lover then the doctor now the copper
Where’s the friend?