nadine

i sat on stage one day.
the day was fine,
the stage was world
and i was...well, me.

i felt constricted, tired and aloof.
Nadine was here, she said the phrase.
That one. Yes.
The one i heard before.

"the emptyness of nothing,
the vane and empty dreams,
the unforgiving time's passage,
the eerie sounds underneath"

bla-bla-bla I made again.
corny, shitty and too cool.
Almost hipster,
a tab bit fat,
too jumpy.
That's me, you know?

the charge is there.
It's bubbling,
and doesnt really have a place to go.
It burns a little.
But mostly makes my titties grow.

i am too old to know,
Too dumb to feel,
Too crippled to remember.
I sit and smile,
Pretend it is fine.
...and still forever always crave some more.

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