Fundamental Ground - TW Walsh

I’ve been in this room for way too long

An amateur paint job

And a worn out rug

Hand-me-down lighting and a couple of drugs

I can’t complain

There’s food on my table

And wine in the drain

Looking for the fundamental ground

You hang on to things that are passing through

A woman in labor

Or a friend that’s dead

A stupid decision

Or some bullshit you said

But you can’t complain

If you don’t react

To pleasure and pain

To fiction and fact

Looking for the fundamental ground