Jul 6, 2007
What’s the point?
Looked at a photographic memory taken
a mile away -
with nothing to remember but…
Spoke to an old friend that I saw and
didn’t know what to say -
with nothing to gain from it…
Sang an old song that I hadn’t heard
since I’ve been back -
and still there’s reason to leave again…
Picked up a pack of smokes and even though
I felt sick to my stomach -
I smoked the damn things anyway.
I’m here
and you’re there -
and we’re both just kind of
gazing past each other -
saying what is on our minds
(without saying what is on our minds).
How the hell can we live this way?
Maybe I’m wrong -
maybe this isn’t the point -
maybe there is no point to anything
we say or do -
I can’t live like that -
can you?