Gas Station Roses

I sit alone inside the casual ruins

knowing just what and yeh what not to do

I turn the channel yeh from care to less

Instead of trying to turn bad into best…

or even better.

Star blessed or star crossed

that’s what I’ve thought

Time well spent

or time bought

my mind gets caught.

And it never occurred to me

While ’round I went

Gaging my fortune while I feel bereft

trying to keep balance while these forces shift

Past and the present form a strange collage

and the future appears like some far-off mirage

changing shape and form

Certain that awful clown

won’t come round no more

heart I remove from that glass

that time has past for sure

And it never occurred to me

While ’round I went

Promises empty broken records skipped

Anger and Malice yeh my tongue had slipped

Finally determined, I got off that ride

On honesty’s plane there ain’t nowhere to hide

Changing shape and form

Captured visions, long imprisoned

released before my eyes

transferred instance, bridges distance

points in time they collide

Tunnel of love it ain’t found in the sewer

Gas station roses can’t replace couture

I can’t engage in all those games I’d play

I can’t serve up things that I used to say.