on a firm seat I sit.
and with little faith or wit
i fall to the bottom of the pit.
life can be so pale,
vibrancy will fail.
on this roller coaster I speed
with little that I need
not even a seed
only a weed
far from any creed.
i am a round peg to the world's square hole.
and with every passing moment, passes my soul.
up for me is down.
no one can help, especially those who think they can...
never knowing which turn to take
never knowing which bridge to cross
never knowing which advice to heed
never knowing which alter to respect.
all my turns lead to nowhere
all my bridges lead to burning
all advice leads to doubt
all my alters make up myself
for myself does not exist.
this poem represents the degradation of my spirit.
my spirit bleeds. my mind fades. my art suffers.
i have no art. I taste the whip.
tired and weary, i could sleep through life's shit.
On a firm seat I sit.
written under the influence by
jeff campagna
