Trotters

mookdhumpmookdhump Posts: 1
edited December 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
When you're in that certain frame of mind.
When the last one seems a lifetime ago.
The next one is just out of reach.
Your mind is not working quite right.
Just that one thought is clear.
Several smaller thoghts bounce in and out.
But, always back to the main goal.
The main thought, the main obsession.
You are not there yet.
How much longer?
It's so hot, it's so cold.
My feet hurt, my mouth is dry.
Back to the main goal, the main thought.
The obsession, the next one, not yet.
Where the hell is he, i just saw him.
He better be on the next block, I'm beat.
I'd be better off dead, back to the goal.
The thought, the obsession, the next one.
Your moving in a haze, not running not
walking. With that look on your face.
You can't win them all.

But one would be nice!
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  • Originally posted by mookdhump
    My feet hurt, my mouth is dry.
    Back to the main goal, the main thought.
    The obsession, the next one, not yet.
    Where the hell is he, i just saw him.
    He better be on the next block, I'm beat.

    i could have written this yesterday. the great thing about poetry is how easy it is to relate to other people's words.
    There have been shows where maybe the whole first half of the show my eyes have been closed. and then you'll look out in the crowd and there'll be somebody totally lost in their head, in exactly the same place you're in. That, to me, is the essence of music

    ~Jeff Ament
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