So what then?

-Have a little Christmas Cheer!

So what then? I stand in a place that I've already been. The meaning flows slow, like honey, rhymes, words all stack up funny. I'm conspiring to dig my way out of blues and no money. Words, what else do we have to say what it means? We talk metaphorically and dive into dreams. Truth does not cop to things, as they seem. My Beliefs are believable, hard, to me faith's torn by the world and still is unmarred, I take up a gun, because truth needs a guard, gonna fight bullshit with bricks and glass shards. So what then, a dark hole for a coffin? Just let the words flow, dropin'. I'm standing on a street made of the past, but the last shall be first and the first shall be last. So what then, a day made of gray, a night with out end? Depression's the one that reads what I send. Whiskey, they say will hurt me, but I can gage the damage from that kind of friend. So what then, ramble along mindless, beggin' one-night lovers for temporary kindness? Write a song of travels, pain and blindness? Words blow by like stones, lifted from their weight, by spells, and yet left broken, alone. I'll gather words till I build me a home. Words leak, rain chills my bones. I go to the bank and ask for a loan. Cheep rhymes like happiness in good earth grown. The bank slams the door, and I reap what I've sown. I'm writing music, but I'm deft to the tone. So what then? Shall I declare words truth? I'm knocked out, bleeding and missing a tooth; old age is the wage for spending our youth. So what then, shall I search for love in a garden of war? The world is a battle I'm fighting for more. In this world I find-I'm unsatisfied with satisfactions score. So what then, I've got time to spend, I'll speak words and hope truth bends. I got no use for enemies and less for friends; I'm spiraling down to see where it ends.