My Mind - by Duncan R M Ferguson

In My Mind

The first girl i actually knew a judge's daughter-Brenda
Tho'the feeling was naturally splendid
The bony fingers of a shadow grew
Who woulda known? Like that song "Last Kiss"
I don't know details was she thrown far?
In backseat?when the head on was spot on
in a beefed up muscle car
Was I relieved? My heart hardened
or just became amiss
It certainly set a precedent
for my lack of commitment
Really quite common-my kind
Yet I kinda pictured
It'd all be so different-
In my mind
I started playing drums 12 years young
Got'em including lessons from my cousin Rick
My alkie Dad claimed had to sell 'em
'cause he was a heroin addict
Dreams of rock stardom fizzled when I later on
Got licked by Tears of the Poppie's tongue
Who woulda guessed? I'd be akin- song" Sister Morphine"?
I couldn't of planned this downward spiral ride
I knew who had wheel not much there to detect
on route to Santa Ana to my connect
when jumped curb ramp 6.6 black Trans Am with Phoenix
wrapped 'round a street lamp it's still marked that site to be seen
You might have an opinion? That I was a pin cushion
n'still bear scar tissue no one can hide
It definitely threw a wrench in my spokes
can't say was from drumming more likely
Pandora's box opened from tokes
Now further down the road-Thank The Lord I'm clean
but no way seen to reel back in the pavement
Acceptance is a real bitch tho'kind
'cause I kinda thought it'd be a whole lot different-
In my mind
One of my Grandpas was a poet n' held 5 certificates as an Engineer
Wasn't 'til later on when I kinda fished
found out he'd actually been published
Maybe then at crossroads?take path of success
or the well trodden one to perdition- both had their element of fear
Who woulda dreamed? As went 'long more like that song"Road to Nowhere"?
I didn't plan to be a denizen in this futile literary romp
Guess I'm kinda grateful I managed to sidestep
all the hopped up hoopla n' putrid pomp
Oh to be emboldened in honor of any number of a world cause
or arise to higher thinking or even have an inkling of a care
If familiarity contempt a breed-what can I find afresh to fuel my need?
Horse n'carriage on bricks disparaging to V10 on Autobohn?
But not all that much's changed said the old man to his parchment
Best to hope for now's they don't try us
for the aimless scribbles on our papyrus
their jaws chomp down on our behind
'Cause I kinda envisioned if the pen's truly mightier than the sword?
Things'd end up so much different-
In my mind.