We're just soaring on this earth.
Without course, a floating asteroid,
with no worth, it's our planet of birth.
Of meaning, all there is, is void.
Always wandering to some north,
pretending life of merit is not devoid.

I'm not writing full of depression,
it's just the same old realisation.
Don't wanna die, just a bit whatever,
waiting for a change in this monotony.
Tired of waking up, wish I'd sleep forever
or that something would entertain me.

I must stop trying to
find the fatal flaw before
my cold feet freeze to the floor
and I become glued in my ways;
refusing to see past
the points that could ruin everything and
I fall into my own trap and
never find happiness
in another human being

The internet
A place of horror
And wonder
Sweeney Todd's barbershop
Next to Toys R us
In many ways a lawless place
With corrupt guards
And yet also a place where
all manner of wrongs
can be aired and addressed
I wonder at it's creators
Could they believe their eyes
At the place they have wrought.

What if I was an angel?
Sprouted wings of gold,
flying into the untold.
Would you look into the night sky,
would the stars remind you of my eyes?
Would you miss me with all of your heart?
Because i'd miss you with all of mine.