Lockdown

CATEGORY

life

Lockdown
By: J. Koppe

I think I have some crying to do.
From songs I won’t let go of.
I need a realization in my skull;
it’s all boggled and swollen;
Staying detained;
delayed all in a haze;
misconduct all in vain.
Get your head outta your butt,
before you’re left out
into the sewer and you're
floating with the fish.
It’s my suspicions
someone wants me to die.

See the birds in the sky,
and they echo “Why oh why?"
"Look they die.”
How wise they see the mess from all around.
They pick up droplets of strife,
“What you think of him now?”
“Not what I like.” “Ca-Ca Ca-Ca”

I need a break
or I’m broke.
Relax from all the mixes I’ve been mixing.
Stuff I’ve heard, and dread to even let go of.
Bye!
Don’t ask me why!
Just figure out how to get by, holding my head high.
What up I ain’t even cried?

Starry skies,
nah, not tonight
or any night.
Stray skies in this eerie,
nowhere town.
This place don’t hold to many luminaries’
Don’t ask me why!
I’m still trying to be up their someday.
I can hardly stand it down here anymore.
Hold up, I think I’ll just cry.