A Muddling Predicament

My head is a mixture

A muddle of things

I don't know why

Or where to begin

Where does the dark go

Once you've flicked out the light?

I can't see a conclusion

This eternal plight

Please, I don't know

No rhyme or reason

Doubt let me go

I've committed no treason

Such confusion

What does one do?

No one to ask

They're all done for too

Please take me home

Back in my shell

Nostalgic warmth

Far from this hell

Through isolation

Responsibility

Oh that reason

How I loathe thee

Stop it. Stop pushing me

Cease and desist

Reality

An awkward augmented mist

Oh fuck

Now I have rhymes trapped in my head

Like I didn't have enough to fret on instead.

There's a Pigeon at Essendon Station

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and it sits at the entrance of the tunnel

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and it sits as though it were rubble

It sits in the middle
in the way of all things
but when I get off my bus
it flutters its wings

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and it sits there waiting for me

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and it will never let me be

When I come around the corner
it jumps up in the air
I wait for it to leave
but it simply hovers there

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and it's always in my way

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and I think it wants me to stay

It doesn't seem to know
what it ever wants to do
I think it had a home
but got lost on its way through

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and it always seems confused

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and it looks a little abused

I try to watch it flutter
in its aimless little flight
but it flies into my face
and it gives me quite a fright

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and I wish it were my friend

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and I think it's reaching its end

I hope that one day soon
it'll figure out its plans
maybe have a chick or two
and live a life that's grand

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and it sits at the entrance of the tunnel

There's a pigeon at Essendon station
and I hope it never gets in any trouble.

Just like it for what it is, not for what it should be.

A different body A lesser mind

I ain't your whore no more.