Asteroid

Funny how you can sometimes be sittin' around kinda hopin' for the end of the world, like ya get to the pioint where ya look around an' feel so sick and tired of everything you see that ya jus' want something to come along and bring on the big pop. Like a timely asteroid washing in from outta space...

Guess I have those kinda thoughts because there is an emptiness in my life, not the emptiness realised of the big empty which would be kinda good to know an' realise, no, more like the emptiness of tombstone failure, of havin' spent way too long in the weed gardens o' my mind, mind weed back alleys down roads of low skulking sunsets where daylight shivers of bright nothingness bring on the fear an' loathin'.

Result of all these destructive thoughts? Immense personal weariness over what I have allowed my inner life to become...a weariness that evolves into these pojecetions where I'm kinda sittin' happpy waitin' on the end of the world, faces hittin' the concrete dust in the big crush, the crazy powder puff stuff caused by deadly acts either from man or nature...

Guess I just gotta live with these kinda thoughts. Don't judge 'em, havin' them don't mean that all my years of tryin' to be a better kinda punk are gonna be flushed down the pan. No sir, these thoughts are just the thoughts that fly dependin' on which way the wind is blowin'...an' all i have to do is not stoke 'em, jus' watch 'em.