Music streaming backwards
This wicked song to sing
Dancing in addicted darkness
Only more drugs my sideways calling does bring
Serving the air in ignorance
Blinded by smoke wisps and hot fire stares
No measure can take me far enough
Shot out of a cannon with no cares
My arms torn in a dogfight
Kamikaze pilot flying into an already sinking ship
Sharp teeth biting into confusion
Bleeding heart at the end of my broken tip
Broken too is this vessel
Cracked by the fall into this pit
My future is still falling
Wobbling legs unable to sit
Reaching blindly into the darkness
Bloody fingers tearing at a circle of walls
Unable to find understanding
Kicking open the bathroom stall
Running wild into the open
Fueled by the white lightning in the ice
Sleeping with my eyes wide open
Going out of business sale with no price
Nothing left to hold onto
No more gas left in the tank
Beam me up again scotty
Like hunting lions with a gun full of blanks
To make sense of nothing is useless
My worthless word has no value at all
Last dollar bill in quarters
Like old cartoons follow the bouncing ball
This is my melody of sound reason
Addiction’s sad lonesome highway song
Follow the ball for hours
All the right lyrics are wrong
Spinning around on the turntable
The broken record keeps skipping a beat
The needle has sharpened in lopsided rhythm
The song never sounded so bitter sweet
Music streaming backwards
In traffic the sounding of honking horns
Racing to by another broken record
In my future just another one of many storms
Raindrops falling on my windshield
Speeding car lost with no brakes
Driving me deeper into addicted darkness
Every cell in my body aches
Every thought in my mind still confusion
The dead end in sight an unforgiving wall
I take my foot off of the gas pedal
Hoping the engine will fatally stall
Something has come to trigger
The lion laughs at the gun in my hand
The bouncing ball has suddenly stopped jumping
The hour glass has just run out of sand
Time has come to a stand still
The car out of gas has rolled to a stop
The turntable has stopped spinning
So quiet as the pin drops
Music is no longer streaming backwards
The ship hit the bottom of the sea
Today is the day I stop using
This is the day finally I am free
Now that the evil song has ended
Enters the stage a beautiful light
No more dancing in darkness
An end to all no return flights
Now my legs no longer wobble
Standing firm no smoke in sight
The only measure now is my freedom
As I look into my future I see everything will be alright
Sweet song playing on the radio
Open road driving without all the sudden stops
Headed for today’s destination
Full tank of gas rear view mirror no cops
Headed for a beautiful reunion
Down the road to be with my own
Soon I will be holding my children
Tears in my eyes as they have grown
Its been over a year since I have seen them
Much too long to have been away
I hope they can somehow forgive me
My new song to them starts today!
~ Ev. Michael Bowen