My mind is a steam roller, rolling away <br />letting those thoughts, crush my brain <br /> <br />All of this weight, I put on myself <br />No beer or weed is ever going to help <br /> <br />Escape is, what thin layer is left on these flats <br />Kaleidoscopic and then, 'Never Never Land' sets in <br /> <br />Self punishment is where I live <br /> <br />Cry for your daddy, tho he is no more <br />and all the others who perish in my stride <br />all let me know, that I'm still alive <br /> <br />Running a circle of motion, where blood meets the road <br />in a crust of emotion, and woeful devotion <br /> <br />'Amen, to the goners that are gone <br />and the fun that meets the road that goes onto wasting time <br />because, that is what we do before we die. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright ©2012<br /><br />Adryan Rotica<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flatlands/
