Five Lessons Learned

Five lovely lessons learned today

Coating my throat with the dust of a new day

As the saints pray their lonely way

And their deadweight lays the passion to waste

Maybe if I sew my heart on my sleeve

They'll drop the bomb on me and I'll wake up

I can only fix so much in my sleep

I can only drink so much from this empty cup

I know I must not think bad thoughts

I'm always beaten to the punch

I'm holding aces high and low

And in between I'm trying to break my fall

Give me a piece of what you've got

I'll make it new with much less thought

It's symbolic and full of trash

Lofty endearments whispered under your breath

Five lessons remembered from yesterday

Easing my mind and seizing each new day

Beyond and back I'm still the same

Kicked over some old trash but I still waste

I still waste

I still waste

I still waste