the measuring tape
has numbers
in order
to survive order
my numbers
reflect my madness
in a timetable
of future memories
my past always in the present
I measure walls that I can't climb
and f*ck up every time
there are two numbers
in a row

there are steps
there are rows
there are slides

and then the slide show
where I go nowhere

but I only have the tape
to measure me
standing still

my tape
measured by
other hands
for I can't do sh*t
myself

aren't there supposed
to be
only two of me
why am I always
measuring more

and who am I
to measure anyway

ain't there a
god

nice

(((( Jim )))))

Measure ye not
Life be told
In your soul
Here the words
See the light
Heart of Gold
Heart of Pain
One of mind, body and soul
Hear my thoughts
Restore
Rewind
Re-Live

Yeah right, l.a. mom, give me a break, no poet, you are a muse, and they are only born from poetry, wasn't that reply a poem, write me one, write me music from your soul

Rewind my Soul
Hear my Cries
Life be told in these lines
I am of one strong in thought
Lost in life fear me not
Fear not the unknown for which one search's
Listen child to the stone
Open thine eyes
Hear the song
Sing of praise
Light shine upon my Soul this day
Clear the Darkness Raise thy head
Rest thy mind
Re - wind in time

that was fresh i liked it alot