when you say "maybe"

another day of sunshine on a weathered face
confined to a broken place 
refined
rewind
relax with a beer and a bottle of mace
less inpired to write another few
lets conspire to what the other dire do
everything
anything they can to recklessly abandon whatever it is that makes them Man
your daughter can
your son did
raised a glass high and smashed it in his hand pulling out a fistfull of shit
now the entire family sits wondering at how well that pistol grip fits

its not a promised land another trash can
i promise man, ill get you back when its over thats the plan
yeah right

metaphors for herpes sores can describe the same fight
are you a person or a reflection

my glass was shattered long ago and im still here

make sense yet?