Persistent Thoughts by Weed Don’t Care

I’m walking down the Main Street of the town I was born and I couldn’t help but wonder what’s it all for? How many times did I have to say, the same damn things in the same damn way
how many times have I slipped past the cracks that linger on every single corner
how many times have I walked past the same poster of the same fucking lawyer
how many times have I shrugged my goodbyes just to wave them hello at the next July
How many thoughts have I lost to the walks thinking all these things through as I’m walking to you
And I used to be shrewd I could see it as I passed the mirrors next to the brewery shaming the alcoholic screwery passing daily right across the street from some beautiful jewelry and down the alley is a screwed pre-brewed soup kitchen with stews served hot daily nearest to you
I just hope that I never see you
And I used to doubt, I could see it in the flowers that I’m now proud to see sprout
blossoming into something loud and by all accounts paramount in the grand scheme of all things with the help of the occasional spout. Not a fight but a gourd with some water to nourish the ground cause that’s what life’s really about
But I also used to hope and I could smell it in my coat with all the lingering cigarette stench’s tied like a rope in a knot so hazardous it makes you want to choke I’m baffled and frazzled but that’s all part of the fun of a good fucking challenge another one done
And all I can think is it’s another day,
Just another winter another summer another may
Passing me by till I’m ripe of old age and withering away into nothing again
And I’m walking faster I’m ruminating
All this time to think is so illuminating
I’m thinking it’s time to recuperate a little r and r might be rejuvenating
Take a vacation, you can say it’s been well earned
All the hard work you put in for money to burn
It’ll set you back just as the earth turns there is no way around it gravity churns, all these things that are holding you in place, I hope you find a way to one day escape
But until then you’re part of the cycle so just accept it, no need to fight it

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