Deadbeat Poet

I’ve been drifting through this life looking,
in search of somewhere with something to care.
For a over a decade now and count slowing,
the people who love me only do so by dare.

I remember growing up in little to nowhere land,
imagining what it would it be like to do a magic transport.
beam myself to San Francisco or someplace exotic with sand,
somehow be part of what is and with an import.

Listening in secret to Depeche Mode and the Doors sing,
who led me to embrace the rebel within one.
At the time I couldn’t sing or play anything,
so I started staring at the stars while dancing right past the Sun.

To show the world I wasn’t born otherwise wrong,
the U.S. Navy had my name the top of their list.
To prove to everyone and myself I didn’t have to belong,
I could do anything I wanted with an open handed fist.

I know I’ve missed the show by a decade or more,
it’s been a non-stop roller coaster ride and I’ve lost track of the time.
I’ve hit rock bottom and can prove it with a number on the door,
fuck it I’m here anyway can write what I mean and finally rhyme.