Pacer Pasternak
Looking for advice in other people’s words. I’m lost in
their notions and I’m drowned in their verbs. I’ll write
my own notes between over used similes, searching for
values that are valid.
My hang ups have hung high this time. There’s no stopping
getting older, no matter how hard we try. What do you
take me for? A torn out page, note in the margin. You
know I’m nothing but a man.
An exchanged glance, A turn of phrase, A footnote on the
end page. It’s all getting so predictable as we pick a
part, choose your role. Reality versus aspiration, We’re
growing up but we’re not maturing.
Recently I think I lost my way.
My hang ups have hung high this time. There’s no stopping
getting older, no matter how hard we try. What do you
take me for? A torn out page, note in the margin. You
know I’m nothing but a man.
Recently I think I lost my way. Overly negative, with
nothing good to say. Well right now I’m keeping pace, I’m
ready to restart the race, still I’m nothing but human.
