William Blake Mckenzie

He's a crazy man
William Blake Mckenzie
But don't judge him
Hot head
Cold hand
No bread
No land
The hours
They drag
Like a dark haze of unfortunate consciousness
Whispers wander all throughout
Even lonelier now
They condemn
They Taunt and mock
But there's no understanding
There's lots of talk though
Talk of no depth or sincerity
It's only for a quick fix of adulation
And they fall for it
Lots of them
Most of them
That's why they're so high
And that's why they're so low
But no one knows
They're not worth telling
It's must be good to see the looks on their faces
They deserve it
But who's to say?
I'll say it
They talk big and leave no give
They're not up to debating
There's no contest
They're infallible
Thinks they
But now you wonder and I tell you, it's my own doing
I doubt the time was made anyway
But just in case
I've created these things cause I've cared not much for the creations of others
But it's ongoing and vague
Good
But William
William understands
That's all the man has
He looks lost
But to who?
What do you know?
He knows more than you
Or are you William too?
Congratulations...

Vincent J. Vera