Life is short
so they say they say A lot billions of seconds leaking from my hourglass staunch the bleeding thats not plausible anyway it's just Tuesday Life is short so i'm told but don't worry it's only relative.
To the side
another everything to the other another the only difference is degrees A little better A little worse Could I fill the shoes of the best version of me would it be wrong to steal from myself I don't have A goatee So I can't be the evil me.
We the people
Can't agree Not even to disagree Be right or be left South or north I can't say United states Without smiling.
the artist attempts
to show us more beyond They fail this is all their is amazing as it is it gets so boring.
Who am I To say
all the faithful are fools A nonbeliever could be more diplomatic Respectful Respecting your right to believe untruths how long can that last can we agree to disagree on the fundamentals of reality historically never very long.
in this day and age does it really matter probably
What wouldn't I give
For a little bit more Where does it end The wanting When you have enough What is enough.
You need lessons
Enough is taught By ma pa And society at large.
Dead men tell no tales
but the living are happy to tell tales for them
A noose of cars
waiting to order waiting for orders time is wasting while the crew scrambles "this is unacceptable" the frequent flyer reminds me.
Who is that creature
I can hear the calm voice but can't see the body how can you be still in these shaky days are you calm cause you're joking are you an actor are you a fool can I be one?
I see something silly
I laugh Serious sincere I see deep naivety Dreamer dear friend why I try to ask But the laughter won't stop.
In half a decade
Where will you be Well Having consulted My crystal ball I can say with certainty Somewhere.
the end is nigh but it always is each day it's closer does that matter why fear the inevitable cause it's scary some days.
it remains unwritten
but we know how it is how they usually are.
the cogs spin
doing what they were made to do they catch every so often but the machine continues.
I want the truth
but you know you can't always get what you want so i'll accept A decent lie.
not a great detective.
Of the unconscious Produce something nice Or if your feeling generous Helpful All I see in the dark Is vagueness.
I saw you today
For the first time The hundreth time But the first time I really saw Dam you are not Who I thought Suppose that's my problem.
after the end
what will I see a groundhog day loop I fear it sounds hellish repetition makes me twitchy but burning alive forever doesn't sound fun either what about nothing nothing sounds nice it would probably grow old suppose i'll see.
pull me down fill my hollow chamber's with something words would be nice good ones please I would sacrifice my mind at the inkwell alter if only I could find the right guide.
Seen from afar The blurs dance A gray kaleidoscope If you will Even if you don't Is it an Equal view or apathy Does it matter Would contacts Make it better.
White nationalists on the lawn
not really new my neighbor proudly waves A confederate flag but they aren't on TV trump was unhelpful monocles fell in surprise we can all agree on nothing nothing new.
many can agree
for the moment
it does A sincere shrug it is what it is why is that? because of gravity?
you were never here
and now you're gone what could have been never was never will be well always more figments maybe one that's wittier.
as in to remove what you have learned the wrong coping technique I suppose you never forget just learn something new to cover it up for however long the new way works.
We all shall one day
but for me today is the day the sun shines the crowd is constricting today is the day But then many days seem like good ones to away there is no hurry perhaps tomorrow.
still too repetitive
I find you A little less If I stop visiting it's just me pretending you're all ready gone
Smiles good intentions sounds so ominous should've put it on the schedule.
the power of a god like superman A bit of everything well A lot of everything what is enough depends on the consumer probably.
little benign looking things those fuzzies nothing like bees more like roaches infesting the mind they don't want out simple things fuzzies they dine on drive.
just a start
towers of clutter
block the halls make a maze of an old abode and an old soul lurks somewhere within it was never any good at letting go.
I left my heart at home
I wouldn't want it interfering with my work but I could never leave my cellphone behind.
the thought died for a time Should i say it was resurrected who by no one in particular someone special able to bring to mind long forgotten things what a gift.
on my arms embarrassing reminders he saw them how can I defend myself from the judgment or the pity
actually he saw nothing
just staring at a muffin and cursing internally.
He just stared through me
seeing what he wants beats seeing what he has i'm guessing.
A game this play it has wide appeal and a substantial hatedom Can see why too much drama that is yet too little for some folk.
Those were the days
my days in my prime just a handful of sand done but i'm alive because for to dwell on better days it would seem.
you stop making ****** kid mistakes and start making ****** adult mistakes.
run from the cat
the light the giants run from anything not everything is trying to **** you but any of it could there's enough crumbs on the edges to survive.
I find myself
with nothing to say that is to say unable to express what I want to say am I letting down my muse or is my muse letting me down has it retired to wherever mute muses go.
where do they go
somewhere too quiet
I went to the city
and found that the tough decisions from home were something to laugh at when this place becomes home will I laugh to.
tell me a story it needn't be true just something to drown out the droning sound life makes.
I want to help
Slightly more than I want to break the rules for what it's worth.
by the law
with the law I abuse you.
it's not all lies
it's mostly hyperbole and figures of speech that's arguably better.
and delusions arguably
we learn from our mistakes the fittest learn fast.
we must we are at the top not that their's a lot of competition round here
here for a job to pluck warrior souls from the killing fields and carry them to killing fields where no one dies and everyone drinks.
awaiting the day
where everything dies I think.
was a threat not threatening by existing but the idea of having you're life was a warning would you be defensive would you just shrug would you turn things around would you could you.
madness and power
bound in gold a wish for safety was made they are too far gone to suffer probably not what they meant.
inspired by a show
like a vampire
in reverse sans the blood stakes and presumably fear of religious artifacts you mean normal people yeah those weirdie's beware them they're really loud