Roots Beneath Ideals

These days' occupations have noticeably

Paused in me

Anything is better than a wandering intention to find

Roots beneath ideals

I am searching on a binge of desperation

To throw these worries off my back

And leave a crack in your expectancy

In your expectancy

Look what you've made of me

You've made so much noise

That confusion has awaken in me

You!

You have made me careless once again

And so again a buried hatred has risen

You have executed the innocent

Would life for you continue if mine stopped

Don't use the past to comment on

The present because

Tomorrow I'll do better than you've ever seen and

I will ignore the lines that you have drawn

For along them I could never walk upon

My will lies dead

Behind a door that's rusted

That's rusted shut

Don't blow the dust off of these old books

Because I'll choke again

And I can't predict if the air will clear

In time to catch my breath

To catch my breath

No!