eastowners

Current Mood: Worried Soul

I’m trying to get back into songwriting and I’m in the mood to chew up some creative juices tonight, so I wrote another quick little missive.   Could use a little work, but not too bad for five minutes.

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To slip down a hole in a plastic shoe all you must do
Is put down the drink and put paper to ink
And a man sits on top, smiles a toothless grin
Whispering “hey there partner… let us begin”

You search in the dirt for answers to the cancer
But the smiling man just sits and waits for you
Is it true?  What color is blue?
He just sits, smiles, and waits for something new

He tosses you a blank book
In it, a stick with a hook
You reach deeper inside
Searching the crevasses with the crook

But you find nothing inside but
creosote, cobwebs, and lost time
Searching desperately, you being to cry
You lament when you didn’t even have to try