Weary traveler
On a forlorn road
What are you searching for?
Heaven ain’t happening
And you’re still living in denial
Futile search for meaning
When nothing means nothing
But still trying to make amends
Trying to spin straw into Golden Fleece
Living in your own gilded age
Deranged youthful innocence
Enamored with jealousy
But it has never worked
In the aftermath of longing
There is nothing left to say
But good morning
How’s your day been
Living in a glamorous
Secluded glass house
Made from your sullen parts
Unequivocally unequivocal
Just another lost soul
Prospering on misery
Took another deep breath out of spite
Hoping to heal your glass jaw
Bound to lose again and again
Romantic exacerbator
That did nothing but make empty promises
Filling their heads with romantic plights
That you had no intention of fighting for
But they were pretty pictures
Painted by prettier words that you heard
Spoken somewhere languidly
Under the midnight auburn skies
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 8:36 AM UTC
Weary traveler
On a forlorn road
What are you searching for?
Heaven ain’t happening
And you’re still living in denial
Futile search for meaning
When nothing means nothing
But still trying to make amends
Trying to spin straw into Golden Fleece
Living in your own gilded age
Deranged youthful innocence
Enamored with jealousy
But it has never worked
In the aftermath of longing
There is nothing left to say
But good morning
How’s your day been
Living in a glamorous
Secluded glass house
Made from your sullen parts
Unequivocally unequivocal
Just another lost soul
Prospering on misery
Took another deep breath out of spite
Hoping to heal your glass jaw
Bound to lose again and again
Romantic exacerbator
That did nothing but make empty promises
Filling their heads with romantic plights
That you had no intention of fighting for
But they were pretty pictures
Painted by prettier words that you heard
Spoken somewhere languidly
Under the midnight auburn skies