these thoughts that come
some time in the dark hours
a soul cannot carry on this way
but come the next night
another long day
these hands go reaching
seeking something other
than this
another smoke another drink
another body to hold onto
anything but this
sitting alone & thinking
& the clarity
suggests doing none of these
but the sit & think
try to find a new way to be
put down the bondage
maybe one day be free
until then
oblivion
these thoughts that come
some time in the dark hours
a soul cannot carry on this way
but come the next night
another long day
these hands go reaching
seeking something other
than this
another smoke another drink
another body to hold onto
anything but this
sitting alone & thinking
& the clarity
suggests doing none of these
but the sit & think
try to find a new way to be
put down the bondage
maybe one day be free
until then
oblivion
they say
so you do
exploring your feelings
half repressed emotions
then they say
stop talking
I don’t wanna hear
what you got to say
those are not the words
we were wanting clarity
direction
some sense of purpose
man with a mission stuff
not this haze of maybe’s
so what you hear
is shut up
don’t say a word
until you fulfil
their expectations
on who they want
you to be
taking a long walk
with me
nobody else
doesn’t matter
city streets
bucolic countryside
just me
my thoughts
& one foot in front of the other
not waiting for clarity
understanding
yet knowing this will come
giving time
for the magic to flow
but first
one foot in front of the other
listening to the world
sniffing the air
breathing easy
letting it be
whatever comes
my way
neilbenbow 