Changes

I cannot even start to categorize, organize, or explain it.
Any of it.
And man, it would be a fraking great story


If I had the words
If I knew the tunes
But I don't


And won't
Until it is all over, and clear as the winter sky, once done
As it always is


And always was.
Until then I will turn and burn and wishfully rock and roll.
Breaking and catching


Crunching on the bits
Choking on the bones
Riding the throws


Feeling without a filter
Only after not feeling a thing
Sorry.


Lust, love, truth, happiness.
They all flow together
A tainted mix of pure want and knowing.