Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

Something About The Area

7-25-05

I didn't play my best
parade today.
Something's always lurching
or distracting me from lurking
properly.
I know it's not the weather but whatever,
it's not my fault.

I'm wanted where I'm not
when I'm wanted when I should be
where everything's forgotten but me.
First reason, lost cause;
it's all the same to me.

I don't understand
how it's so understandable.
Everybody's doing it.
Why
         not
                   me?
What's my glitch? What's the connection?
Am I predestined to recollection?
Is it a question of selection or election?
Am I really just known or am I requested?
Do I charm or affiliate?
         Reason or disseminate?
I can charge at anything
slowly.
Are we really unholy, unwholly?

It's not the water, it's not the weather,
it's not bout catharsis forever.
Thinking man thinking thoughts
like draining man drinking droughts
who never loses 'til all is lost and
doesn't know price 'til he knows the cost.
I'm never gonna worry but I'm gonna care.
'Til I'm gone I'm always gonna care.
'Til I'm gone I'm always gonna care
         that you'll be there.

I
  didn't play my best parade today.
I thought you had something to say
but I
forgot.
That keeps me
from wanting to be apart.
We all got something to prove
before we move.