Eddies Whirling Through My Mind

...I’m slow to grasp the imputation that is coming through this station why must I be lonely just because you’ve gone away...

...I twist and turn like pretzels spurning all the love and joy I’m earning just because my campfires burning up along the bay...

...Giving of myself is meeting none of my desires I’m bleating like a sheep but pain is fleeting on that distant shore...

...Knowing who I am is pointless most of those who know could care less when all is said and done its your mess make sure there’s no more...