It seems as if I am skating on a frozen pond in bare feet. Just spinning frantically around. If I say what I truly wish then I will suddenly find a patch of thin ice and fall right through. The thing is I already feel pretty hopeless at the moment so will it really hurt any?

Not a whole lot going on, a small town Friday night
Revving up at a red light, on your mark get set go
Pass a mom and pop restaurant
Same four trucks parked out front
I guess you gotta make your own fun
When you're stuck in a place this slow

There's only two means of salvation
around here that seem to work
Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival

When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around
In this church pew or bar stool kind of town

I'm like that AM station, that never comes in right
Till you pass the city limit sign, that's the only time it
all gets clear
Well it's crystal clear that I just need to find
A place where there is no lines
And nothing like it is around here

Someplace where it don't feel like this
world revolves around
Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival

When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around
In this church pew or bar stool kind of town

Here it sometimes feels just like this
world revolves around
Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival

When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around
In this church pew or bar stool kind of town

Yeah I need to get out of this church pew or bar stool kind of town

I am so tired I am almost sick with it. Yet I cannot sleep for fear of the dreams that may slip up on me when I do like little spiders in the night. Creepy little creatures with spindly legs and hairy backs. Thoughts are like that. Constantly there, coming at you when you least expect or want them.

Time here all but means nothing just shadows that move 'cross the wall. They keep me company but they don't ask of me, they don't say nothing at all... The silence here is deafening. The snow acts as a buffer betwixt the outside world and myself. White and icy cold it caresses my skin in a way no other can ever master. As I walk towards the meadow the icy crunch under my boots goes off louder then any gunshot. The sharp sound fills my soul with clarity; sending away the fluffy edges and leaving in their place a sharp well defined look to the world.

There are some days during this life in which I wish only to cleave away the better part of my soul then throw it into the river and be done with that particular section of it forever. Today has become one of those days; such a time when I feel useful to no one.