WALKING PARADOX By Tom Jensen
Searching for an escape...
to leave my mind for just a little while
Praying for eyes brand new...
seeking second sight
through the eyes of a child
When it hurts to reminisce...
the only thing to do
is ask yourself why?
Things can't carry on like this
So your life goes up on trial
I got exactly what I wanted…
And now I'm looking
to give it away
Because I'm being haunted
by the price I had to pay
I pride myself on freedom...
yet I've found myself
slowly turning into a slave
I try to practice what I preach
but I'm a walking paradox by trade
So pay no attention to what you read…
And even less to what you hear
For when you start to hate your life
You act without thinking and without fear
I've got so much left to give...
but it seems I'm a hypocrite
My words may speak of peace and love
and yet my mind is clenching a fist
Everything I have
I'd gladly give away
to take a trip through time
to go back to yesterday
For some thoughts
That you find
flowing through your mind
you know you should never say
I blasphemized to hell
with Adam and Eve
Yet I'll still be apprehensive
on the day that I die
I say I wear
My heart on my sleeve...
and then I proceed
to build a wall ten miles high
I let all the cats out of the bag…
when I’d have been better off to
let sleeping dogs lay
This is the life I have to live
after finding my guide
And then beginning to stray
I found the time to pen this rhyme…
during my wife’s exile from the house
I screamed bitter words of anger...
As buried thoughts dug themselves out
Now I'm the undisputed
king of the castle
but I'm a husband
without a spouse