Drifter

I can look into the eyes of my mirror,
And be the nowhere of the drifter.
The mind of the matter I think therefore I’m damned,
Till time grinds my dreams to dust and swallows me bones to being,
A plugged in pawn of the psychosomatic system, Miles away in the better lands
of Venus.
I can be all nothings to nobody,
A drifter’s uncensored agenda.
Dreaming down Eden trying to transpose my starless fate,
Walk away with a head full of song and sorrow, The world is a catastrophe of
bottomless meaning,
And a life lived in words and woes.
Yeah; but the river don’t bleed me,
The dreaming pulse of the drifter.