i'll keep telling myself i'm fine till i'm dead
you can always improve yourself tomorrow
a fatal flaw - one i'm too comfortable with
to change on my own two feet, alone
but i keep jumping off bridges and hoping
that i don't hit my hopes on the way down
even underwater i'm hopelessly hopeful

it's an odd situation when you know that the only reason
you are not who you want to be, you are not really living
because you are the only one holding you back

why can't i write a story
why can't i find a girlfriend
why can't i stop drinking
why can't i motivate myself
why can't i stay in shape
why can't i matter

these thoughts run in circles around my head
laughing mocking taunting
and yet i know the answer
me myself and i

i'm so afraid of failure that i'll do nothing and fail
so i don't even have to try

a soft grey blanket flows through the peaks of green pines
silencing the celestial voice of the moon
while steel horses restlessly paw, panting gas fumes
the volleyball desert, at first glance barren
reveals a complex terrain of mountains and cigarettes
to the watchful eagle's eye
a wooden temple towers, built on artificial ground
cool stone poured into aesthetically pleasing islands
a forty square foot-print
a holy site of human ingenuity
with offerings from the clans of Miller and Busch
lying scattered like bones on the monolithic plain
anbaric lamps imitating miniature stars cast shadows at night
and the once vibrant world takes on unifying hues of blue
I guess the old adage that
"misery loves company"
is indiscriminate of nature