Gas station roses

I sit alone inside the casual ruins
knowing just what and yeh what not to do
I turn the channel yeh from care to less
Instead of trying to turn bad into best…
or even better.

Star blessed or star crossed
that’s what I’ve thought
Time well spent
or time bought
my mind gets caught.

And it never occurred to me
While ’round I went

Gaging my fortune while I feel bereft
trying to keep balance while these forces shift
Past and the present form a strange collage
and the future appears like some far-off mirage
changing shape and form

Certain that awful clown
won’t come round no more
heart I remove from that glass
that time has past for sure

And it never occurred to me
While ’round I went

Promises empty broken records skipped
Anger and Malice yeh my tongue had slipped
Finally determined, I got off that ride
On honesty’s plane there ain’t nowhere to hide

Changing shape and form

Captured visions, long imprisoned
released before my eyes
transferred instance, bridges distance
points in time they collide

Tunnel of love it ain’t found in the sewer
Gas station roses can’t replace couture
I can’t engage in all those games I’d play
I can’t serve up things that I used to say.