I wrote this for no known reason while cleaning the bathroom. Posting for no reason other to get it down of small sheets of paper. Shattered and Stretched Like a wind across a bay A nite is nite and a day is a day. Pine-ing away I'm stretched and I'm frayed Shattered Like the old street I grew up on....... remember that the tree that grew around your house The one your memories are stored in Is the one that will point you out and the memories will find you. The child inside you still runs the streets and the tv screen that is your heart... reruns it over and over as you look in the mirror You are that tree.......... And when you dance with the past There's a chance you'll wind up on the street of your past Asking do the stars in the sky mean anything to you They're just stories. Your fourth chapter you rewrote after the 15th time your heart broke They're just stories. And that's how life is when you get used to it Not like when you swung on a tree Now you swing on pages of stories Life is not worth your while Like rings of smoke you casually blow into the air. Will it ever really be alright to keep that memory in plain sight A box of letters keeps it tucked away. Shattered and stretched like skin in the final days Close the eyes and wander a street of final dreams That's the place where things go right Raise a glass and be happy for happy people Happy people on cruises and wall street... So perfect and wonderful with shining white teeth You can't imagine their trees and streets where they grew Raise your glass and laugh Your refill is on it's way Get thru yet another day Get thru another day Get thru another day Raise your glass and laugh Shattered and stretched Shattered and stretched Shattered and stretched Another day.