ALWAYS MOVING By Tom Jensen
I only free my mind
when it's closing time
I only find my way home
when I am truly alone
The only doors open
Are the ones
I can't slam shut
The only lesson
I've yet to learn
Is that enough is enough
I always find By
myself moving
But it's not always up
The only piece of mind
I ever find
Is lying on the floor
and yeah that's tough
No this is not
another fiction
So far, far from a fable
I'm simply biding my time
For as long,
as long as I am able
But don't get me wrong
I'd never sell myself short
I'd be the man with the gavel
If the world was a court
In another time
On another day
Things might not have
Been this way
But when I woke up
I put on my shoes
Came to this conclusion
We all gotta pay our dues
But just what device
do you use
To measure wasted time?
And just who
made the ladders
We're supposed to climb?
I guess that's just part
of the great mystery
The Rubik's cube
we must all unfold
Something
accidentally deleted
When they were
writing history
Just another piece
of paper discarded
As they were walking
down the road