In between stations Max said,
getting over operations
or mending bad relations
or ending hateful sensations,
waiting for the next fix
or eating lumpy Weetabix,
no more first time around kicks
just depression
or other's oppression,
waiting for light to come
or someone
or just the numbness
or deep caress,
or carelessness
or hopelessness,
wind in the willows
or at windows,
seeing time age
as it goes,
the highs and the lows,
the fat dame with no name
no fame
with her shame
who to blame?
in between life and death
waiting the final breath,
the last wreath
or the brown crumpled leaf,
and the sun going down
on the broken ill
no more laughing clown,
in between light and dark
searching for a spark
fearing the spider or the shark,
no more joy or lark
no more sex or drink,
makes you wonder
and makes you think
makes you whisper or shout:
what the f**k's it all about?
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