storms brew in my mind
as I sit idly burning the kind
rolling
smoldering
fires unkempt
thinking of what I've left on the table
a life’s passion with contempt
deciding to toss the final ring to the fire
I've grown tired of searching for karmic desire
turned off the drive to seek and acquire
I've takin' on the role of of break-beat town crier
so I go about drinking lithium from styrofoam
waiting to get the mayor on the phone
she doesn’t want to hear me
he doesn't want to hear me
scream expletives
of property values
distorted to the point
where no one can buy
their pie in the sky
oh by an by
sweet son am I
in a land once my home
not just a place to roam
a distant devotion to what I really own
a home in my home
a place to set up my dome
but I feel so fucking alone
where’s my hometown credit
the kind you earn as you bet it
I’ve sat sentry to the trees
brought harmony to it’s knees
thought all along
I made a difference
for believing in roots
the kind you can’t find in combat boots
but knew that your heritage
bore more the likes of
a peace veteran
who wouldn’t take a back seat again
who didn't believe the lies
and never compromised
storms brew in my mind
as I sit idly burning the kind
rolling
smoldering
fires unkempt
thinking of what I've left on the table
a life’s passion with contempt
deciding to toss the final ring to the fire
I've grown tired of searching for karmic desire
turned off the drive to seek and acquire
I've takin' on the role of of break-beat town crier
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