Day After Day

There’s places and faces where I’ve never been some of them laughing and living in sin Some of them hurting from being alone And the places seem part of my own The rhythm is flinging these words in my head Against walls that refuse to be bled Riding on nightmares through darkness and blight Then lazily cruising in dreams In this odessic searching For reason for being Nothing’s as bad as it seems But on turning away In my off handed way I’m so tempted to say Another could view it as fey Another attempt at explaining my motives for living and writing about it