i almost feel like am looking at my own life from the sidelines
a passing stranger witnessing this madman idiot poet
live his life and rant at the clouds and empty white walls
got no horse dont hunt nor take gals to dances
never had a pickup truck or played banjo with my grandpa
yet i feel myself in those ol country songs
sitting my the creek wondrin where the fish go
let the bug and bees play on my skin
avoid the city life not knowing why
but when the banjo starts plucking
i gets to rootin and a tootin
flying my way through this fucking mind maze
transported to another time when the sun would still smile
quit my meds
quit meditation
quit sanity
quit art
quit quitting
quitting quit me
there is no quit
left in me
friend said you gone off the rails again
i said what rails?
Aint ever had em in the first place
maybe i lost my mind
but you cant lose
what you never even really had
in the first place.