Stretta
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

How could I ever forget
The ghetto that I regret
Living in, I live in yet
Within me, in me

How could I ever lose
The path, my only excuse
How could I ever find
Another way in my mind

How and when is not important
If I'll be who you want me too
How and when is not important
I can't be or bleed like you

How could I ever forget
The thin life that keeps me upset
How could I ever lose hope
How could I ever let go

How would I ever have known
If I had not lived on my own
How is a question I met
Deep in the depths of my debt

But I have not sunk too low yet
I can still not get enough
And if I do grow to go lower
I will not ever give up

If there is an ocean it's endless
For the end we will never reach
So are my pockets, pretend it's
Just a sunny day at the beach