Why do these things exist-
These vices of our own invention?
To numb the mind,
To numb the soul,
In these black emulations,
Or to step outside and truly live,
To be vulnerable in the wild dangers of risk-
Beating from the arteries of the unprecedented freedom from circumstance,
To live truly,
Or to die within simulation,
That is the question of the twenty first century,
And I am stuck in between a choice,
So with shaking fingers I sew my eyes shut from it all and think,
"Thank God it's not 2 P.M. yet."
If you've ever fallen backwards in front a television you aren't watching,
You know exactly what I'm talking about

I don't care if it's after twelve,
I'm still calling it breakfast

Oh kings of listlessness,
You fish men,
You climb high into glass towers,
You made this city a fishing bowl,
Even though we don't swim

Time speaks to all things,
And beneath quiet clouds,
I am diffusing

You'll open your mouth for the whole world to fall in,
I know

I met someone today,
I knew I would because I was alone all day,
I bumped into him at the coffee shop,
Almost spilling my coffee,
After I caught my balance, my gaze lifted upward,
I looked at myself straight and the eye and said,
"Excuse me, do I know you?"
And I replied,
"No, you don't know me at all. But I think if you did, you would hate me."
"Yeah-" I said
"I think I do already."


"Then I'll make sure we never meet again."

Excuse of a veiled man:
"I was lonely."