allen's direction home

"How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone ?"

its not entirely unusual

the fear

you stand and you think I want to be a gentle soul and i want

 to ease others and hold them,

and rub their shoulders when they cry

and they will cry a lot

and you think I dont want to lead anyone

or be anyone

but only i want to be a vessel and i want

to create and purt forth happiness

but if things were this simple

we would all be good and non of us

would roam in desolation

and non of us would spurt into madness

and non of us would burn each others roots

and make holes for each other to fall in

and then

burn those holes too. 

allen he grows older

and his thick glasses

and his cheep haircut

and his clothes just like any 

other kids cloths

except his face wethers all the more and his cigarets thinner

ill with dreams

how does it feel?

to be on your own.

and me I dont know if I want to be

anything

anymore

I dont know if I want to unravel anything

or weep into anyone

or stand on a stage that we all stand upon and scream my ideas

and hope I mend a thing or two

I dont know if thats anything I want to do

and on quite days

with no direction home

 I dont want to be anything

except in the back of a little book store

reading a book that mend my weakness

like a complete unknown

like a rolling stone.