PROTAG:
New brand of thinking I assumed today
Dull dread and fatalism
All of it washed away
The hours ticking put an awful strange spring in my step
From the shoreline, to the outlying
I’m looking everywhere. Everyone’s wasting time.
Feral momentum. Exhilaration sets as I

Stopped presuming that it’s all bad
Stopped concluding I’m miserable
Stopped my circling round the don’t haves
As the don’t haves all turn to won’t

Gone below, the feelings go
You too can get past by
Pan to ground and Pan to sky.
Your modern life’s a lie
Your TV’s broke. Smoked your last smoke.
The kegs have all run dry.
Doomsday impending, true, but I still can’t say
D-I-E

Drove a semi first time today
Couldn’t find the owner, it was parked along the interstate
Key in ignition and a samurai sword on the seat
With a note etched in,

DECEASED SEMI TRUCK DRIVER:
“To anyone who needs it
Keep it steady, kid, I just got the trans fixed
I’ll throw myself from cliffs. immediate west.
My skin’ll rot in the ocean
Won’t get ripped like the rest.
It’s a shame it had to end bad
Thought I’d bust through the gates to see mom and dad.
But it never moves along like that
I’m not the state house out the window, i’m the sill, I’m the goddamn rat

PROTAG:
You know, you never know
How the news’ll pass you by
On that same note, you never know
When you’re gonna wake up enlightened
Subdued the hum
The horror’s numbed
Some call it the runner’s high
Doomsday impending true
So today there’s no way I can…

New brand of thinking I assumed today
Round up your blessings and realize you’ve been OK
A minute here beats a minute not existing any day
I took it north until the tank ran dry
Dove out the driver’s seat to test if I could fly
That fucker coasted and I never saw it stop
Scraped and bruising, I arose, picked my shoes from the blacktop