FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY DEGREES
By Tom Jensen (10/21/2017)
If Christ is king then the Devil’s the queen
Raise your hand if you’re like me
And you know that that means…
Others feel free to yell out something obscene
Oh my heart
Oh my f*&%ing head
Oh how many times
I’d wished myself dead!
(Haha, smirk, wink)
How many times
Had I laid on the floor?
Dreaming of not being
Even though floating is fleeting
Since our last meeting
I’m finding less to be more…
Marco? Polo
Am I blind again?
I don’t know
Seems I lost my grip
The second you let me go
Face down first I tripped
Out in the cold I froze
Naked to the world
I had been stripped
Died.
Reborn.
I drank all of the tequilla
Just to eat the worm!
(But at least I learned)
Oh the bridges burned
I reawoke in a vacant lot
Braver, clearer, stronger, harder
In body, soul, heart and thought
You would say I’m in it to win it
Yet I won’t lie I try to tie I admit it
Because I was on the losing side
So many times I almost quit it
This game of life
I’m finally back up right
I love myself
Morning, day and night
And I love you, too
That’s why we never fight
(360 degrees plus 180 degrees)
;)