My closet… my walk-in closet…
A spot mid-floor, push away her shit.
Need quiet, need cold, need dark,
Need to get to that place
That place removed from it all
The choices we make; events gone by
The man once said, “Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever.”
Forever? For-ever–ever???
My closet… my hotel room… my office when they’ve all gone home…
A spot mid-floor, clear away the shit.
Need quiet, need cold, need dark,
Want to get to that place
Where I can put it all away
Decisions and regrets; opportunities slipped by
The man once sang, “I’m having trouble inside my skin, I’m trying to keep my skeletons in.”
I boxed them up, put them away (wonder how long they’ll stay that way?)
My closet… my hotel room… my car in the parking lot…
Find the spot, push away the shit.
Need quiet, need cold, need dark,
Need to get to that place
That place of nothing – and everything
Things we can’t say, things we won’t say
The man once said, “What has been seen cannot be unseen, what has been learned cannot be unknown.”
I guess those are getting put into boxes, too
My closet… my quiet “wherever” space… my “Fortress of Solitude”
Find the spot, shove it all away
Need quiet, need cold, need dark, need order,
Need to make sure all of these boxes stay put
There are too many boxes and its all a jumbled mess
These things are heavy, these things are fragile (even combustible)
The man once said, “The world breaks everyone, then some become strong at the broken places.”
I think I need to stay here for a while and clean this shit up
Voice of a Vet 