Have I come so far just to end up back at the beginning, Is this the then never started or the now ever ending, If there is a problem I fail to see it as such, Maybe I need just a little maybe I got to much, The theory of circle is now a fact, There ain't no starting over there ain't no going back, But we’ve got to go back to who knows when, To the first bite of original sin, Eve; I adore you in your modest shame, I would never hold you to blame, Oh my temptress oh my naked core, Give me much too much but just give me more, There’s somewhere I’m going just over the horizon, It’s not a question of where it’s a question of when, What I lack in patience I make up for in desperation, Every fouled piece of wisdom turns out to be pure speculation, Too much time to think and not enough to come up with the right answer, Thought eats at your mind like some kind of cancer, But if I could just hold in my hands what I see in my mind, Then I will have found what I’m trying to find, But I’m not sure who it is that’s lost, Is it the car I’m driving or the bridge I crossed, Oh for mercy all my pity I’d give, I wanna put this life behind me so I can live.

If this is the biggest fish you can throw it back, How many times does that make I have lost track, You can't doubt nothing but you can't be sure, Health is a symptom for which disease is a cure, And now I seem to have lost my since of direction, Try as I might I can't seem to catch the latest infection, Deaf dumb and blind; I go always against the grain, I can't believe the same blood that's in my heart runs thru my brain, And these shoes I’ve got on my feet you know they're way to tight, And my mood just don’t seem to fit the night, And now I’m pinned under an avalanche of greed, And my hand can't reach my mouth for to feed, I should have watched my backside should have known they were just teasing me, Leading me to distraction with no intention of pleasing me, I know it’s my own fault but that just don’t help none, I’ve got a thousand excuses but right now I can't name one, I guess it was the speed involved I thought we were going slower, She wanted me to pretend we’d never met but I didn’t even know her, But what can you expect but more of the same, I can quote every rule but I’m still not good at the game, But all I wanted was everything so what’s the deal, But this insubordinate illusion is all to real, Ah; but nothing could be better and everything could be worse, Any blessing always has the potential of a curse, Yeah the theory of circle is now a fact, And the future of every man is black.

Sept. 88