Poetry by Tim Windisch

Too deep


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Too deep

Rolled down

black socks and cheap sandals

Undersized

tank top pouring over love handles

Some sun

block on his nose, sporting pince-nez shades

Ten-dollar

mullet cut with some gray hairs in the fades

He’s a big-time

optimist with a great big high hope

A sweetheart

he imagines as he’s getting high on dope

Mr. Happy go

lucky has aged into a stoned dreamer to keep

A forced

smile in place cause it’s hard not to go down too deep

Too deep

with no light above

Too deep

lost looking for love

Running in

circles trying to walk a straight line

He’s just a

square, crying inside says he’s doing fine

One time he

was the life of the party, everyone’s favorite guy

Lost his

feel, felt like a hamster on a wheel and didn’t wanna try

Love was the

ticket, tough to get through the thicket, always another chore

More time,

more money, goddamn where’s my honey? Can’t deal no more

Seemed to be

the harder he tried, felt lonelier and cried; “What am I doing wrong?”

I can’t

possibly replace; close my eyes I see her face; I know it’s where I belong

Barefoot

walking on sharp stone, climbing up alone; I struggle cause the way is so steep

It’s dark, I

push on to the light; it’s my life and I’m going to fight! Not turning back I’m
in too deep

Too deep, but

I think I see light above

Too deep,

lost but I know I found love

Running in

circles trying to walk a straight line

I’m just a

square, tired of lying about doing fine

I want to be

the life of the party, everyone’s favorite guy

Found my

feel cause of you, babe you’re my reason to try

Never too

deep…

Tim Windisch

05/31/2023

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