Ever think you know know what you want?
Then the next day you are startled to find yourself lost.
Are the majority of us walking around confused?
Lost in a moment only to find the moment's passed.

Certainty must be written in the smallest font.
We live in search of satisfaction, but at what cost?
Striving to be pleased with the small stuff, yet confused.
Living in glass boxes hoping the last stone to cast.

Who will set me free from these thoughts that haunt?
Strange as independent I am that I long to be bossed.
Wanting someone to shake me and break me from being confused.
Hurry come claim me and please make it fast.

April 6, 2012

My mental capacity is reaching its max
Ideas don't develop to their full potential like they used to, leaving them in a minor state
They can't be touched by man without it considered to be molestation
My words are virgins, seeking to be sought
But this isn't the place to be a wanted thought
The world doesn't want truth, and they're nothing but innocent
Truth is inevitable but unfortunately, it's not prevalent
We prefer the ugly in the lies, and treat it like a *****
Show it the love that is only deserved to be seen by a woman that you've taken the hands of in the face of the All Mighty.
You **** it. **** it. Lick it dry.
Oh the amount of love you're willing to show, to something like a lie
"But it's right there"
That's your only excuse
Because you're way too lazy to seek the beauty of the naked truth
We're removing the sweetness from the sugar
And the melodies from the songs
All to try to belong in a world that has no problem with moving right on along
Without us
This isn't how it's supposed to be
We're supposed to feel the softness on the rugged trunks of the trees
We're supposed to sing with the wind and hum with the bees
We're supposed to write on the skies using the ink provided by our seas
But we're not.
This is how the story goes
This is how the end unfolds
With that incomplete feeling
That undeveloped thought
Cause my words are nothing but virgins…seeking to be sought.

Tell it to the world,
so what if no one hears?
Shout it out so all the words will slowly disappear.
Don’t you worry,
you are so near!
don’t you hurry
you’re almost here!
waiting for something
that doesn’t exist.
Asking question without answers,
like why, and what if?
Here is your answer
why do you care?
If you don’t let it go
you will end up in despair.

I love you conditionally,
and with all of the parts of my heart that aren't too busy keeping me alive.
I love you with the mediocrity of ten toaster ovens,
as opposed to the fiery passion of a thousand flaming homosexuals.
I love you in way that allows me to come and go as I please,
and in a way that is most convenient to me.
I love you no more than a wife loves cleaning,
or a husband loves working.
I am used to you.
I love you in a way that probablymaybedefinitely isn't quite love.
But I suppose it's the best I know, for I am far too scared to leave,
and seek out the “Mad, Passionate, Extraordinary” love that is the stuff
of what I wish my life to be.