Floating Mercilessly Through Life


Floating mercilessly through life
There’s a frightful hurt I can’t express
Another evening to fill the shadows
Gotta love the girls who say yes
Travels to the end & back
You owe them something you can’t be sure
Debts from so long into the past
Former lives back when we were pure
Standing naked in front of the bench
Those were the days when we really flew
Tears fall in thought for lost souls
In my prime, I could take out a whole slew


James Baldwin

“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.”
― James Baldwin