Do you ever get the feeling something important is missing?
Something deeply crucial to living, like missing a foot or a hand
A notion of incomplete being, the sensation of meaningless kissing
Times in life when the water is endless I just want to find land.
And then the kick in the teeth, the wind taken from beneath you,
Evokes callous, calculated humiliation, the sort of pain you treat with vengeance,
I wish living was easier, simpler, not this modern way of going through,
Life, twists and turns in unexpected places, this twist will be your penance.
I can play hard ball. Do you ever feel weak and helpless?
I don’t, this cut spurned me on, horses galloping in my mind,
The emptiness I felt with happiness, has been filled with nastiness,
I’m not condoning my behaviour, but let’s just see what I find.