Skyline's colors
Constantly changing
Blue and grey
Orange and red
Yet it is still the same
But I wonder if when
Things fall down
The sky is weeping
Or just maybe
It is sharing something
To help somebody

Paths aplenty
That barely intertwines
Tell me
Why do we restrict ourselves?
Tell me
Why must we be one thing?
Why must our paths never cross?
Life, love, work, play
Separate lanes on the same road
But when I look around
Everyone seems fine
But how do they feel deep inside?
Happy memories soaked with familiarity
Modern diversion and division
Forged by hate and cruel indifference
It hurts to walk away
But I will never feel left behind

Disconnected
Deep in contemplation
Today turns to tomorrow
Connected by a string
Waiting to be broken
By hate
My apathy becomes a weapon
Plunged into my back
My own hands are stained
With flesh and bone
Digging deeper into the core
Of despair
Filled up with clutter
Until there's nothing left
I would listen to my heart
If it beats loud enough
To wake me from my stupor

Memories incomplete
Rolled into a blur
Static, but never static
Please give me one more time
So I can remember you
That face, that laugh
Who were we?
The lights are flickering
Waiting to go out
Once night comes, we go
Not far, but away
Far gone are the days
When I was on my own
Cradled in sickening sorrow
But we have no more time
Now my memories are tinted blue
But, they will never go away

Of the life we lost
The dead, the dying, the diseased
Forgotten by us
Just to make ourselves come home
Trying to reconcile
When our hands still shake
When our walls stand firm
Tell me, will we ever be connected?
Even beyond this world
How much have we catered to ourselves?
Twisting and crashing into life
Only for one day
It breaks or creates a future
But right now
I am too blind to see
A future made from disconnection

Small things made us content
Until growth took over our lives
Getting more turns into a bore
When we cannot take in
Small times
Remember the past days?
Every aspect of life felt
Like an unsolved mystery
But now we have grown
Complicit and trapped
In routines that we never liked
But if this is the future
Did we ever enjoy small things?
Were we born to toil in normality?
Maybe it's too early
But I have always been too late

Twisted unity
Communication
But the signal is glitching
Connection to tension
Attention to projection
What's good is mine
What's bad is yours
Doing chores
But the biggest one is yours
Injection of rejection
Need a vivisection
For the parasite you infected