Battle Weary

Battle weary

weather worn

a trip beyond your senses

a look forlorn

The bruises remind me

i reach for the aspirin

it knows me well

an accidental car crash

potato chips and garlic mash

i'm waking in circles

my footprints getting larger every time

i don't ever want to be boring

do you ever want to be remembered

or memorable

let's create some memories of our own

weather worn

war torn

yesterday's newborn

tomorrow's scorn

again i'm Bjorn

i point the finger more than i want

cynics and skeptics

in my baptismal font

i'm battle weary

barely managing my coffee and croissant

i feel like laughing

suck that good medicine down

i could never be my own hero

it costs me more to smile

then it does to frown

oh i'm just

an out of work clown

and the circus goes on...