look.

i'm just getting the feel...ya know.

look.

i am not the best nor am i the worse. 
i am mediocre. moderate. below average.
ordinary.

i walk through the cracks & crevices of small town life.
the middle of america. some say the heart of america.
still things are too heavy to hold & i am tripping on string.
i'm stuck inbetween & f**k i'm screaming for guidelines.
a yellow brick road.

sipping on some jack & coke.
i think.
there are too many no where endings & too good to be f*****g true beginnings.
i fell. i fell fast. 
i'm left here thinking...now where do i go from here?
staring at the stars everthing seems so much better out there.
yet, that is only an illusion, a portrait of what was. the dust of an explosion.
when i explode will i be that beautiful...will i be anything...to anyone?

i run into this hitchhiker..."supertramp"
she is running from herself; something is always missing.
life is not what it seems & shes running from something bigger than who she is. 
aren't we all? fess up...liar. 
she told me i was different & she'd love to stick around.
i laughed & then i sighed & said get on outta here.
i'm stuck...in the middle of america. 
i toss her my bottle of jack for when it gets too cold at night.
 

she smiled & said i'll always remember you in dodger blue.
maybe one day our paths will cross once again.
i shrugged while walking away...i'm stuck!!!

i wonder if she still thinks of me at night when the stars are right.
perhaps, she hopes i am that person on the bench in dodger blue.
maybe she dreams that i will someday get out.
ahhh...i'm silly.
i am a void in the heart of a america.