...and on and on

the whole week of rain
has inspired my pen
given me fuel
instilled songwriting Zen
my mind has meandered
through past conversations
down streets that I lived on
and old subway stations

my friend lost his father
in the year that I moved
there were three generations
under one tiny roof
and to me he's still living
with his son and grandson
the reality's jarring
being told that he's gone

the bloodwork is in
my walls are too thin
inspecting my navel
crawling 'round in my skin
pressure is up but
heart gauge reads empty
if you cut me
I'll bleed ignorance