Century City
By
Nathan Caleb Camerer
Poor me
Poor, poor, pitiful me
A big boy
With a good heart
A little fucked up
In love with a ghost
Stuck in the past
Semi-autobiographical bullshit
No rhyme
No rhythm
No meaning
No purpose
In a house
That’s not a home
Without my girls underfoot
Trying to face the future
Full of uncertainty
Why?
Why do I love her so much?
I don’t know
Sometimes
You get it right
You get it right the first time
You know
And it defines you
For the rest of your life
You fall in love
And it was the right one
It’s just that the time was wrong
The future
Not the past
Forward
Not reverse
Use your words
Make something up
Talking in riddles
Trying to hide the truth
I gotta be more
I gotta do more
Maybe I’ll go to the woods
Suck the morrow out of life
And live deliberately
Become friends with Uncle Walt
The Sweaty Toothed Madman
Maybe that’s me
Mad love
Who knows?
We’ll always have Century City
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