to find a friend

It's hard to find a woman, so difficult to find a friend
My mind may be relaxed, it doesn't know how to fix itself
I'm a loner on a pony that rides into the sunset that collapses all so kind
Saddle sore on this leather chapped thigh man that's left upon the shelf.

Blues crying, the much anticipated, lunar dwelling on a tongue tied summer evening
I'm an absolutely atrocious mirror of the end and entangled
Sinner man that draws the last of a Cuban rum tipped sugar coated cigar
I exhale the breath of smoke a beyond a bizarre

A collaboration of the multitude a defence of the substitute
The call of its insipid white faced albino the raise of the ocean wave
The sketches in the inside of the eyelid
The red on the dawn of the inner Neanderthal that bled

An illusion amongst the confusion that
A perfect fire that spread amongst the heathen that sat
On the toadstool of life and I explored the aftermath
The trepidation, the insipid exploration, the dodge, the manipulation, the crying of the complicated additional math.