Just Like Days

The river tows me down the line,
Mason - Dixon - Siegfried - time.
The rivers' flow an endless road
searching for the one way home.
In a way I'm like a river,
I'll never die, I'll live forever,
from stagnant stills to rapid's rage,
the waterfall, meandered fade.

Reading Nietsche just for kicks,
junk drunk punks and alcoholics,
bottle blinding Kings and Jacks,
those lonely lost boy Kerouacs.
If I sit still I'm gone forver,
I can, I can't, cannot be tethered,
I need the open road and flow,
the summer sun, the winter snow.

Open books and closed up cases,
vacant smiles and hollow faces,
empty eyes and empty laughs,
the same style smile in the photographs.
You never change, you keep on moving,
never know just what you're proving.
Put up the fight, adopt the stance,
leave before your final chance.

I only hate one day you'll see,
the pleasure, pain and sympathy,
the open doorways that you locked,
the fire escapes that you left blocked.
And yet I follow, blinded by
your hatred burning in my mind.
You'll never shake me, break my ways,
it's solid, life-like, just like days.