THE MAN IN THE CAN

The man in the can is a selfish man, 

 isolated and incarcerated, 

 held captive by his own hand, 

 refused to learn from the past, 

 ignorant to bury the memory’s that last, 

 witch haunt’s and taunt‘s, 

 killing himself slowly, in a manner that holds fast

, he can’t worry about the future, or obsess about the past, 

 and must climb on a day by day path. 

 faster than the last, who thought  drink slower from the glass, and these things will pass. 

The man in the can at one time was a friend 

 before self-destruct mechanisms started to begin 

 born this way, like a machine to escape 

 emotional treason that helped make him this way 

 he sometimes wear’s a cape 


 with the letter H 

 this stands for help me before it’s to late 

 these dramatic scene’s that play out from time to time 

 are cries for help in his subconscious mind 

 those who know him think he’s blind  
 
like he’s in denial of the fact that he’s running out of time 

 as the past sometimes repeat it’s self through hereditary lines 

 not seeing the light until he’s already blind

 born in a prison 

wanting to be free

complaining like a spoiled brat habitually

when the whole time i held the key 

to my own sobriety.