the formative years.
2005-10-11 4:49 p.m.
spent, i went looking forsome revenue to keep me
listless and sophisticated
hung up and addicted
blown out on the great truth
and my feet
searched long and hard for impact
for any sort of contact
that might get me through
the last line.
ten inches, the distance crossed
carried me low, laying my head
on forgiving shoulders
everytime i went under
and resurfaced, gasp and gasp
clap and clasp your hands, this is a love song
this is salvation
even when your feet don't touch
you'll know you've lived
you'll know you've made it
big.