It does seem planned Doesn’t it? Like the acts of a play or The rules of a game A predetermined course I had no say in, But must suffer through
No matter which way I turn the tables It’s fixed
Ignorance is bliss until the facade falls apart You can sing mantras and prayers Meditate in the moonlight Give gratitude in every act you make but it will not quiet the core of your pain It is not medicine for the poison in your own veins Everyone dies by their own hand No matter how it happens, it is always your own destructible being that betrays you
So we all try to sedate The happiest of us, naturally high Meds, quiet the mind bring peace to the war But nothing is really fixed, Is it? You just pressed the pause button on your own life And we all know you can’t play games with time Without consequences
Time It’s passage, a comfort a torment The more it passes the thicker my skin but after years and years Somehow the only thing I’ve done, is build walls What about dreams? What about the life you’d imagined for yourself at five years old? But now we say, I’m not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of what it would say about me