6. An investment in logistics

Dropped and drunk like every night

Body rooted and mind going from town to town

Trying to move my feet to dry my eyes

Beat my head against the wall

To acquire head beat resistance

While my little voice inside says

“Seize your time”

An investment in logistics

An improvement in sophistics

Praying for a simple sleep

Trying to hide in warm in dark in deep

Dying for a simple change of mind

Electric wave beneath the rain

Bread and water for the guilty

Stop self-analysis make some plans

An investment in logistics

An improvement in sophistics

Life’s so inscrutable

A cynical spark

As the stop your feet

And push you to the wrong side

But I implore chemicals

Reasons and laws

As my mom said

“Rockstar? Better be a doctor”