Dayton - Fiver

You know I worked a very fast life

Struggling for something much greater than I

Turning my thoughts, picking up lots

While scrubbing with solvents and breathing them in

My body’s work, it did not meet with my mind’s

It did not meet with my passions but it sure took my time

And I hoped for the best, I could see better coming

Like a turn on the map of the road I was riding

The way things go, you never know what comes behind you

There’s something going down I can’t explain

And If it’s real, why can’t I shake it?

Must I wait for dawn to ditch me on the fireside of sane?

When I broke out from Dayton, I did not know what to do next

So sick from being a rat tail hanging off the wrong man’s neck

And you know retaliation, shooting from a bow that’s badly bent

Made for marks I did not tell you of, for they were never really meant

I been thinking again about the men in the mailroom

How they gone postal from somebody else’s meaning

About the weight of the words, how they swiftly traverse

From the mind through the pen to the lover then the doctor now the copper

Where’s the friend?