Crossed
The red one is positive, black one’s negative you must use
care
Put the wrong one in the wrong place and you lose your hair
Fried like an egg in a sizzling hot frying pan on the range
Even if you don’t die, you look funny and act a bit strange
Everything was making sense and I was sure I knew where I
was going
Then nothing looked familiar, felt confused and the F bombs
were flowing
But I didn’t check the wires, I never bothered looking at
the map
Neither seemed important to me cause I was too busy for that
crap
Blew the fuse, singed my hair, took a drive to blow some
steam and got lost
That’s just the way it goes when you hurry and you get your
signals crossed
Sunshine feels so wonderful but the warmth dissipates too
fast
How come the good stuff in life never seems to want to last
Warm me long after the sun has tilted to the winter axis
Ease my distressed emotions and make sure my mind relaxes
You know how to connect the cables to make that engine turn
Heard every word I said cause you didn’t want your hair to
burn
Those very same ears failed to hear my pleas or even
acknowledge their existence
Though you say that you can’t wait for our tomorrow’s they’re
met with resistance
Hop the fence, grab the dog, hit the road and get home babe
at any cost
The boys and I are waiting for you anticipating your arrival
with fingers crossed
Tim Windisch
06/20/2023
