"routine" is the theme...

daily

walk the same path
when there's heat it is dry
step on flowers that smell bad
dry on the same path

day after day
straight ahead
at the end another way
the same thing in my head

the length of a cigarrete
that's all that it takes
at the end i wish to cry
the same path still dry

zigzag around the dirt
i try to avoid the hurt
hurt myself i move ahead
the same thing in my head

* * *

walk the same path
when it rains it is wet
step on flowers that smell bad
wet on the same path

night after night
straight ahead
at the start there's a light
the same thing in my head

the length of a cigarrete
that's all that it takes
at the end where i get
the same path still wet

zigzag to avoid i try
another lonely passer-by
alone myself i move ahead
the same thing in my head

wow, that was really good brian. since i don't think i could ever do anything better than that i'll just post some lyrics to represent my entry...


Everyday I get a little closer, dear
Will you love me darling when I get there?
I'll need sunshine, I'll need rest
Pour us whiskey, water, kiss

Remember me, she said smiling
Write my name somewhere safe
Touch and taste
Fates with space
I'll never be who you'll dream

Everyday I try a little harder, dear
But those things you do, I don't wanna hear
You'll have yours, I'll have mine
No one guilty, no one right

La la la
La la la

You'll have yours, I'll have mine
No one guilty, no one right

Everyday I get a little closer, dear
Gonna drive fast all night till I get there
Not much time we can waste
Nothing great left to save

Random schemes hatch beneath my ransacked flesh
Organisms like creatures breed and birth outlaws
Unbounded like vultures they undress my epidermis
Timeless songs dance in triumph throughout this instrument
Inside my body lives a globe. Inside this globe lives this spirit
Nevertheless, it's a biological ne'er-do-well.

Everytime I write this, Everyone repeats the next verse.

Love
The break
My heart
In my mistake
Twisting and turning
To cry all over again
The steering wheel could look more right
If my head were wrapped around it
And I was just dead
To all the fucking noise in my life
Purpose and question
My heart in obsession
Of what to do and who to love and how to live my life
Will it ever slow down?
Will it ever stop?
My heroes Bono and Eddie are married
And they keep doing great stuff
Can I have a piece of the pie?
Or is my world to work, do well and good things, and then cry
I see myself as Lloyd Dobler without his Diane Court
Lost and unappreciated by many
A fool, but where many forget that this fool has heart
And everyday I'm that "fun" guy at work
But I'm not a guy to take home
This routine of mine has got to stop
Who can handle the quirk?
Who has some love for me?
I swear to God I'm unusual
But so are the rest of you for all eternity.