Sins And Sad Songs Are Great Teachers Of Experience Poem by Soupy Pettry

I step outside and once again
I don't know where I am.
For this last year I've been so lost
and I don't know where to begin

random or in routine
my life doesn't seem to show
any track, sense, or direction.
And I never feel at home.

So I drive and walk around
but can never find a place to settle down.
Sins and and sad songs are all I have at the end of the day
and I still don't know where I'm going, I've just got to get away.

Between the fights and fallouts
I find a place where my life grows.
I work for something greater than me
and it keeps me on my toes.

I'm basking in the initial warmth of loneliness.
Absent minded in a room full of people demanding my best.
These cigarrettes and sins are slowly killing me.
And I can wait for death or find where I should be.

As you open another carton of cigarettes
labeled for this week,
you wander, 'is this gonna be the box
that kills me? '