Of The Top Of My Head Rambling Poem by Ben Harper

been here how long now

pondering what about

people dont wait

scrutinize your fate

building a subtle way

to feel how i shouldnt

take whats not earnt

feel more than i can tell

like iv been wronged

not by who im speaking to

still i hold them there

who will answer me

in creeps fear

cant keep me here

just wont fade away

that rhythmic kind of burn

its why you are

all that once was

others take a chance

you still know how to dance

be all you can

haha your advice

is that what you do

i like how to play

but how do you do

escape from your self

yourself is a curse

cursing isnt you

at least its kind of true

wishing for a star

even if you get a scar

wells are full of water

and so are you

the sea has salt

thats where id take a bath

cant keep this up

might have to say something right

might give you a fright

rhyme where we combine some sort of bind with a line from a time

mind is sort of gone

cant tell anymore

which is the home

of some sort of gnome

he has about fifty clones

they all like to roam

freedom for the little friends

the all sing quite well

atleast one will have the guts

climbing from that rut

we should all take a turn

not to leap from where we return

sickness of the ground

on which a nutter lies

and cant quite define

atleast he knows the time

building a big lie

covering it over and feeding you

with a taste of regret

telling all his answers

and throwing away each one

the truth isnt true

atleast last time i checked