A very common man
with very common words
in a common house
cultivating common dreams
A dose of painkillers
at the end of the day
is probably
all that makes you happy
And over and over
a monologue in stereo
on a nice day
like today
I wonder sometimes
Sometimes I wonder
The sun shines happily
Happily shines the sun
A very standard mental-prison
Wherein I lock myself up
The revival was short-lived
I have slipped out the back door
If you feel you must, then you must
If there's so many of us
Why would anyone miss you?