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The Fear
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it used to be tripping acid in the park
now it’s just reading thick books in the dark
it used to be coyotes, magpies and blue jays
but now it’s just a caged macaw that makes a lot of noise
in the late spring or autumn afternoons
putting on another jazz album as the clock keeps ticking
evenings away and you sit in the dark or you sleep and
either way, nothing actually gets done, instead the page
stays blank and the mind stays medicated and the fear
sets in, the fear that nothing is ever going to get done,
that tonight and the nights recently haven’t just been
a slump or an exception but instead are truly the regular
and you will drown in a sea of booze and recycled jazz
and a sadness and a sorrow that you can’t shake, even
when you duck down side streets and try and lose your-
self in the crowd … if only you could lose yourself—
let the words flow …
let that horn blow …
now it’s just reading thick books in the dark
it used to be coyotes, magpies and blue jays
but now it’s just a caged macaw that makes a lot of noise
in the late spring or autumn afternoons
putting on another jazz album as the clock keeps ticking
evenings away and you sit in the dark or you sleep and
either way, nothing actually gets done, instead the page
stays blank and the mind stays medicated and the fear
sets in, the fear that nothing is ever going to get done,
that tonight and the nights recently haven’t just been
a slump or an exception but instead are truly the regular
and you will drown in a sea of booze and recycled jazz
and a sadness and a sorrow that you can’t shake, even
when you duck down side streets and try and lose your-
self in the crowd … if only you could lose yourself—
let the words flow …
let that horn blow …
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