its always in threes
holy trinity
mom dad baby
three's company
il trangolo
a three legged dog in an ass whooping contest...
(maybe I got that one wrong.)
its been three years
and that much I am critically aware of threese days
got that one right
or so I thought
started running
sometimes don't think it was time to stop just yet
fighting darkness in the hours before sleep
same old questions floating round a troubled over caffeinated mind
why
and what the fuck is next
an amateur saboteur questioning his finest work
the story that will one day be worth telling
if I make it
clouds hovering say maybe a chance of not yet
wait it out a little longer
the skies will clear
April showers bring May flowers
no grave to lay them upon
three years
and sometimes it feels like nothing has changed...

Im sitting in a cold apartment in San Diego that isn't mine
its raining Outside
Fat cat is being a bitch
smells of stale chinese take-Out
Im Out of beer
and Out of money
and Out of options
and feeling Out of time
tossing and turning in the truths of my own decisions
my own mistakes
and everything in the rear view mirror
is getting dangerously close again

...but I wake up and its wednesday
its not San Diego
its 333 million miles away
and it always happens in threes
and its three days till friday
maybe a three day weekend

eat your veggies
brush your teeths
be nice to your brothers
always wear your helmet
and never swim alone....

3 days until May 5th.