I wonder if anyone feels good enough
In the end
I feel incredibly stuck in the patterns of my own thought process
I've done this body wrong
I greedily wish for a new one that is easier for people to love

Continue Posing in front of the glass
Pretending not to watch the next ****
You can't decide if you should run out to intervene
Maybe next time

A hundred miles away blowing bubbles on the front lawn
Ice cream trucks tipped over in the heat
Who ate the last of our delusions?
Someone daring enough to consume a flat falseness

I want the children to know that it's not their fault
But some of them may never know
So what does that mean for us?
I break sweat.

Buildings rise and fall to the sound of our heartbeats
Once in awhile my skin tingles to the thought of
Not being able to tell the difference between
My feeling and your feeling
Your skin or my skin
All the billions of eyes, still can't see it all

I want to be good to everyone and everything
It seems so impossible but I need to figure out how
I can't hate myself any longer
I'll spend my life trying to embrace life
The murmur of our dreams forever in the background
Born of space and sound

Captured through something terribly unremarkable
Forever drunk on watered down uncivil pride

The universe sends me back everything I do
In a new twisted shape of irony
It cuts at me
As a I lay alone in bed

The blanket of an endless night
Keeps us aware as we push on
Regardless of the fact that we do not know why
While in another time
Millions of lives are being hoisted up into the sun

young lovers not doing any loving
falling asleep in the strangest of places
whisper tiny secrets into unfledged ears

motel bedrooms along massive stretches of pavement
adultry violence addicton
a loss of innocence never recovered

i pass by these moments at 65 miles per hour
unsure of their reality
towing the lines between sleep and a coma

life's worth a split level with a pool and a two car garage
wives spitting in their loved ones dinner
rejoice for the middle class!

sin runs in the family
like water overflowing from a gutter
don't tell dad i went into his hunting room

you kiss like a priest, hard and shapeless
distance isn't what changes you
and besides i'm tired of you passing out in my bathtub

Memories bite the brain
On the path
An up turned loneliness
Waits patiently at the gate

The immense white sky
Looming over giant parking lots
Talk radio drones on
Trying to bear down the ugly facts

That nobody knows

The answers to incredible mysteries
Sleep silently in the dim morning of you

With one thought they will stir
Under the cover of tomorrow's questions

Allow the energy and time
To bring it up