Wanton winds have shifted the decline of movement from north to south

I have been blown somewhere unknown, now a bad taste in my mouth

Struggle likes to snuggle and I hate the company of miserable fools

Mistaken for a filthy mechanic when all I possess are word s for tools

So easily recognized or invisible to the eye, all I really see

Are lips moving incessantly, and not saying a mother fucking thing to me\

Am I to respond or is it better to listen to lines I once read from a script?

I am inclined to believe I would merit more respect lying in a crypt

Ah, yes, now I remember, I moved away to delay my obvious path of doom

And oh how I miss my black roses in their height of bloom

Feeding a habit and two kids all alone

There comes a time to grit those teeth  and grind that stone\\

All for a reason that I believed to deliver a better way

I fought my demons and I prevailed but now cast astray

And I can’t help but wonder what the fuck was it all for anyway?

Bittersweet I am wide-eyed and yet still helpless and less adept

I strive for an existence free from toxic substances kept

But I will not deny the cravings persist and I have grown weak\

For life in all its bullshit drama has made me want to play hide and seek\\

Nerve damage and resurrected emotions I rage and I complain

\I feel compelled to rebel and defend myself as insane

I just thought a change might make things right

Stupid to believe someone else and ignore your own insight

Now I’ve got to get myself back to the west

Get back to disciplining myself and rise to the test

To find my little piece of happiness, that being my own land

Where I may do anything I please and who gives a fuck if you don’t understand

Just to know I wont have to be forced to go

And I can just let my hair down and let the free wind blow.