Water Line

I just sit there

And let the thoughts flood

And I remind myself, "It's all right, it's all good, it's all love"

It's not though

Cause there's a kink in the armor

A pot hole I'm sinking in

While I think of the drama

So I stand up

I start to pace in my living room

Set my eye to the highway knowing that I'll play chicken soon

There's a vanity plate

With my name on it

There's a Davey Crockett hat with a Masonic fat cat under it

A musket rifle spitting at my feet

They want me to dance in the middle of the street

And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told

But I offset the bell curve when I do it with soul

Losing control

Guilty feet do have rhythm

They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villain

Instead of killing, I'll spare the raccoon

And start filling sandbags as I stare at the moon and let the thoughts flood

Blessed are those who are dammed

When the levee broke

How many choked on the steps to a slow dance?

A staircase to a hug with no hands

Accountability hung out to dry on the line of command

We let the thoughts flood

We remind ourselves "It's all right, it's all good, it's all love"

It's not though

Cause there's a kink in the armor

A pot hole I'm sinking in

Sharing a drink with my father

It's a family affair

The vanity we share

The waterline is rising and all we do is stand there