homemade lyricist

as you sleep-walk and
sleep waking,
sleep-watching, a voice
calls out to you from the darkness: FOLLOW.
you need to know no other, neither
do you need to follow any other. just
hear the voice. and,
follow.

many folks are jokes, living and loving and leaving
this earth without ever realizing what it's all worth.
through sleeping and waking,
alarms and bar-fucks and cheeseburger deluxe,
they manage to ignore the only real thing that ever was:
that this life is preparation for the next.

all this shit is getting thrown away like a paper ball, and all
our hall-of-fame name callers, shame fallers, dame-crawlers---
this shit falls apart like
yesterday's medicine--- and everything
you once new is destroyed-- adrenaline
means nothing. who you are is what you are
deep down you gotta figure it out.
it's just you and the music, bro.
what are you listening to?