EPISODE · May 25, 2024 · 1 MIN
The Key
from Poetry by Tim Windisch · host Tim Windisch
The Key Every time I stub my toe, or bite my lip while I’m chewing Pain sprints down my back and stops whatever I’m doing But it’s nothing like the pain of the memories of those I lost Or the heartaches I’ve been through, man they exacted such a cost So, I gather the worst of the worst and do my best to hide them away Write about surviving the storm, and relaxing while enjoying a sunny day But then the clouds roll back across my sky and blot out the sun I tremble and quake cause my neat little storage plan has become undone And the sparks and the chaos bounce off the inside of my aching brain I lose control, I’m Choo-Choo Charley driving my very own crazy train Hold my fears and wring out a glimmer of some of that everlasting hope Mama sit beside me, be my blanket; keep me warm baby help me to cope Shoot that pain in the ass and put a full tank of your loving touch across me Make me whole, chase the blues; you know my future is locked but babe you got the key I said my problems get ahold of me; seems I cannot wrest myself free Like Houdini hanging upside down locked in a box in a lake, no sweat babe, you got the key Tim Windisch 05/25/2024
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