The Poet And Me

THE POET AND ME
(Written by Ben Antoniadis)

On the breadline, first world poverty
That’s where you’ll find the poet and me
Starvin’ for art like some overweight cliche
Is it any harder to be yourself these days?

Heartbreaker, rollin’ sevens
Temptin’ fate under big house in the heavens
Where sinners and saints line up at the gates,
to mortgage their heavenly estates

Somewhere in the sway of synchronicity,
that’s where you’ll find the poet and me
Waiting on a sign, holy wonder on my mind
Just tryin’ to keep from goin’ under
and keep this holy wonder alive

I took a trip on a train headin’ south,
lost my shit when it all came out
The end of the line is a place you can’t find
The endless preys on the poor man’s mind

I remember achin’, prayin’ to be saved
Maybe salvation ain’t a done deal anyway
Though each road only leads where you’re meant to go
and each lesson only teaches what you’re ready to know

Somewhere in the sway of synchronicity,
that’s where you’ll find the poet and me
Waiting on a sign, holy wonder on my mind
Just trying to keep from goin’ under
and keep this holy wonder alive

Somewhere in the sway of synchronicity,
that’s where you’ll find the poet and me
Waiting on a sign, holy wonder on my mind
Just trying to keep from goin’ under
and keep this holy wonder alive