Steven Harris Poems

Oh, a tale from the road
a story of a band
in and out of service stations
empty and silent
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Over weight
binge drinker
single
sexualy frustrated
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Standing around in a bar
surrounded by people i don't know
surrounded by poeple i hate
surrounded by girls who will ignore me
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Taking the wall off the side of the road
hitting my fist on the pavement
slapping the sky with a hand
smashing down the junkyard with a brick
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Waking up in a house i don't know
on a sofa i've never sat on before
the sunlight hitting my face through the curtains
the pain of the night before breaks through
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I don't know who i am
i don't know my personality
i don't know myself
i've never known myself
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It's not going well right now
my head is not turning
my head is not spinning
i'm not feeling it
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We are one
we are connected throughout the universe
we are bound together, all living beings
all creatures, big, small, bacteria
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On the outside i feel awkward
i don't feel like i belong
i can feel eyes on my back watching me walk down the road
i know when they stare, i can feel it
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Crowding around a table
drinking are own body weight in beer
laughing are selves into a coma
banging our fists on the table
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