Tranquility And Stress

Waking the radio with noise

Stopping for a minute as we hear another tune

See myself stretching through the day

Finding that lies are sometimes written in the truth

And all of them are free

To argue and agree

request and then decree

And that’s a guarantee

It’s dangerous to think

All’s lost in just a blink

We’ll drown it in the drink

Washed down a bathroom sink

An impossible dream

The yelling and the screams

The fall of self esteem

A whore to the machine

So don’t forget my name

Or claim it all for fame

And that it’s all in vain

That’s never been the game

Whatever the sound magazine says

Makes its way into the wash

Viewpoints folded over and over

When the ghosts of writing are lost

Listening must then become a choice

Reading words that binge and purge will never bring you fame

Put the record on and let it play

Have it run on backwards and you’ll understand the same

How do you justify

Admit and then deny

Withhold and now provide

An easier reply

I’m thinking of the way

To hurry and delay

Protect and then betray

Much to your dismay

I’ve slept away the years

Been taken by the sphere

Had way too many fears

Get lost in all the cheers

Before you make a mess

Of tranquility and stress

Deny and then confess

Confirming your success

Whatever the sound magazine says

Makes its way into the wash

Viewpoints folded over and over

When the ghosts of writing are lost