The way I watch what’s going on I feel like I’m punch drunk. Stare out the window for hours on end then walk into the village and know no one but that feels OK right now.

Since I emptied some bad from inside, I feel maybe something changed for the better but the demon spirit has almost left my soul. The demon connected to having time to get bad. Black denim white T-shirt a couple of chains and some money in my pocket. I fought for this rejection and loneliness do not bring good to a young mind. Loss of memory means you don’t remember some of the stuff that drags people down. Influence can be a nuisance, particularly if administered by someone with a complex. Having a clear head means brain rubbish is dead; you can get on with it. The next line is exactly that because I can’t remember much about what I said. I arrest my case. The future used to be some thing you learned in Grammar now it has a sideways feel about it. Lift the weight holding you down that’s the way to function 00 chilling is a way to wipe the disk clean returning to the heart of the action riding the train going to pick up a set of new of wheels feel so dead without speed the kick it gives lifting you from the monotony Greenlight the glow that lifts you by exchanging your mindset with neon strobes

Disfunction society, the need to survive, win or even harm. Justice done by the unjust, impacting lives; some finishing the days in jail, some sipping a cool drink under the sun. There is no true justice, not even close. A word out of place. We can rise above. (words & music by Rodney Prosser 2020)