Off He Goes

Know a man...
His face seems pulled and tense...
Like he's riding on a motorbike...
in the strongest winds...
So I approach with tact...
suggest that he should relax...
But he's always moving much too fast...

Said he'll see me on the flipside...
of this trip he's taken for a ride.
He's been takin'... too much on...
off he goes
with his perfectly... unkept clothes...
there he goes...

He's yet to come back...
but I see his picture...
Doesn't look the same up on the rack...
We go way back...

I wonder 'bout his insides...
it's like his thoughts are too big
for his size...
He's been taken... Where?
I don't know...
off he goes with his perfectly...
unkept hope...
there he goes...

And now I rub my eyes...
for he has returned
Seems my preconceptions
are what should have been burned...
For he still strong...
Nothing's changed but the surrounding
bullshit...
that has grown...

And now he's home and we're laughing...
Like we always did...
my same old... same old friend...

Until a quarter to ten...
I saw the strain creep in...
He seemed distracted and
I know just what is going to happen next...

Before his first step...
He is off again...