When my music is not on repeat, extremely rarely that is, my music is on shuffle. And, when I don’t break the shuffle for a repeat, it turns out my music makes some pretty cool poetry.
Here it goes, today’s edition.
Are we awake?
Am I too old to be this stoned?
Was it your breasts from the start?
They played a part
Another life, another time
Another superficial state of mind
I lose myself and lose control
I’m falling down the rabbit hole
What I mean, what I am
What I feel about the meaning of my life
What I need, what I feel
What I like to say and what I lie about
I need your arms around me
I need to feel your touch
I need your understanding
I need your love so much
You put love in my hand
I know, I know it’s made of lead