Outsides fine
And I guess that’s the way it’s supposed to be
Outsides fine
But that’s got nothin’ to do with me
Outside things are goin’ swell
But I’m at the bottom of a wishin’ well
Cold as hell
Inside
Outside thing’s are goin’ fine:
Smellin’ flowers
Drinkin’ wine
Lovin’ people
Bein’ kind
Refined
But inside things are ready to bust
Mistrust is turnin’ my love to lust
Confusion’s makin’ fun of hate
All my earlies come too late
Identity treats me like a dog
And all of it’s driftin’ through a fog
Inside
Outside goin’ around givin’ advice
Tellin’ folks that bad is nice
And how great things must have been for Christ
Because he was willin’ to pay the price
But inside
The price has never been paid
And all except delusions fade
Like limping shadows across a shade
Of all my broken promises made
Afraid
Outsides fine
And I guess that’s the way it’s supposed to be
Outsides fine
But that’s got nothin’ to do with me
Outside things are goin’ swell
But I’m at the bottom of a wishin’ well
Cold as hell
Inside
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I love this jazz style poem Bill, it sings to me. Bravo. LK 🙂
Bill you should set it to music.It flows I love it.
All my earlies come to ate ain’t that the truth.
Lets turn it around Bill.
Thank you for sharing your being with all of us .
Love
Stevie
Thank you Bill for writing this fabulous piece. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one around me drifting through interior hell. In the course of a day we seldom notice the struggle others encounter between outside and inside. Inside and outside should play nice – Haha!
I agree, lyrical.