I Know Nothing

You are poetic but clueless. About so many things around you. You come off better when your not wasted, trying to make some meaningless point-I know nothing, at all. You were only three million years off when you should have been forty thousand. And all you have to show for yourself, you've managed to roll into four hours, and I know nothing at all. Crossing over the Hudson River. I feel lost on some Yankee highway. Stayed up all night drinking and worrying. I don't know anymore today. But I know nothing, I know nothing at all.

There's an old dirt road in the mountains of my mind I walk down just for fun. There's cut off jeans and bare feet, skin browned by the sun. There's a well attended garden out back with food for your body and mind. There's a porch up front that holds up the sky for sipping in the evening time. Not completely desperate, unable to check out early. You left a do not disturb sign on life's door. You can't fake cause you can't act and your thinking to yourself. man you know your getting good, hiding from yourself. And your lost today in the same place you were yesterday, even though your wheels keep a rolling. Your lost today in the same place you were yesterday. Lines on your face don't you know they are showing. Not afraid of being alone I guess that makes you a loner. Sometimes in those solemn places I can find myself. Told you not to try so hard, soon you won't try at all. You didn't learn to walk my friend before you learned to crawl.