M on M

Malaise on Mayo....maybe the next song title for Closer To Legal.

Butterfingered thoughts off the ball. Bleak threads inside of shallow breaths. I hear sounds in the background when I walk; like crickets outside of the window that are just part of the night's canvas. I want them to be understood, but the more I listen, the more foreign they are and it could drive me mad if I didn't stop. There truly are no original thoughts. Spin. "I just watched my life go by." Ahead of me is everything that was behind me and one moment can define. Morsels: more souls: Moore soles. I play with the words to show that a silent kind of communication is to be trusted more than words. Words obscure, as much as others will proclaim their ability to bring clarity. Words bring clarity for some like religion as a path for others. And I'm tired, oh so tired and maybe this whole rant is the new Malaise on Mayo. And maybe this rant is just me again.