The Drought - A Poem

The drought
When I'm alone here..
It gets kinda depressing...
But somehow...
all of the music I play
all of the music I hear
all of the lyrics that bring about my courage
seem to keep me going...
even if yesterday was loads of fun mostly listening...
even if yesterday brought about pain and dread...
even if yesterday had a chance of playing against all odds...
even if any day I had was able to get the Beatles book and the Campanella...
even if I could get Boston and Bad Day...
even if going all emo about it makes me feel better and worse at the same time...
it all shows...
No matter how much I hide it.

What I'm glad for is the tears it brought
What I'm glad for are the hearts it taught
What I'm glad for is the means for a lot
What I'm glad for are the hopes that sought
All the glory that we are caught in the vice
All the seas of sands we are drowning engraved
A stone set procedure of elemental spurring
That looks down at our windows never being saved
What is this mystery that strikes are minds
What is this complete feeling?
It's nothing original
but it's always a cliche seedling.
This madness is known as an obsession.
A facade sometimes but usually a mirage
The oasis in the midst of it all is usually never attained
It's just that love lies to us...
as well as lies within a corsage.

It's a hell around the oasis.