May 2013
Life was easy before
Loneliness.
There wasn't a
Void
To fill.
Life was easy before
Love;
There wasn't a
Heart
To break.
Life was easy before:
Jobs
Girlfriends
Money
Apartments
Friends
Death
Fading idols
Tickets
Debt
Anxiety
Genius
Bravery
Solitude
Freedom;
Life was easy before all of that.
Instead of a simple life
Our society bogs us down with
New things to make our leaves easier
But the truth still stands behind;
Lingering on doorsteps,
Behind the television set,
Underneath our persian silk sheets,
Even underneath the sidewalk
We walk upon to work.
The truth is still there,
With a blank stare,
Holding a smirk as old as time.
Gadgets gear us towards the idea of immortality
That we are the mighty Gods now
But all we need to be reminded of our dispensability
Is a little rain
A little shake
A little gust of wind
And our gadgets and selves will just wash away
Don't let me stray into those matters
Evolution always has me worried
Envy of not seeing man at their newest, their best
Holding the gates of my eyelids open
So to see the break of the waves blue white breast
Atonement in these times generously dispensed
But everyone remembers a face
The way the iron clad soldiers forget is through
Further ******, hoping to one day die themselves
To be truly forgotten is the greatest of miseries
Never having lived means to never have existed
Our footprints are getting wider
The trees sway further toward the ground
Exhaustion peels away at me
Like a babies hand would an orange
Barely standing, I go to work to make $50 a day
Expected to live and be grateful
Produces a laughter mixed with mad absurdity
Where are our heroes now?
On the screen? On the stage? In the field? Behind desks?
There is so much to be done and
When all is finished, the hands scabbed and the knees scraped
All of it will be in vain
Though, we can say we tried
Rather than sitting on our *****
Watching the clouds burst
And the swirls of sand form a tunnel toward God
Lizards prepare their feast
Buzzards rip the flesh from a fresh carcass
Dung beetles roll their wears to the holy land
And the hope of man breathes in and breathes out
One final time
Loneliness.
There wasn't a
Void
To fill.
Life was easy before
Love;
There wasn't a
Heart
To break.
Life was easy before:
Jobs
Girlfriends
Money
Apartments
Friends
Death
Fading idols
Tickets
Debt
Anxiety
Genius
Bravery
Solitude
Freedom;
Life was easy before all of that.
Instead of a simple life
Our society bogs us down with
New things to make our leaves easier
But the truth still stands behind;
Lingering on doorsteps,
Behind the television set,
Underneath our persian silk sheets,
Even underneath the sidewalk
We walk upon to work.
The truth is still there,
With a blank stare,
Holding a smirk as old as time.
Gadgets gear us towards the idea of immortality
That we are the mighty Gods now
But all we need to be reminded of our dispensability
Is a little rain
A little shake
A little gust of wind
And our gadgets and selves will just wash away
Don't let me stray into those matters
Evolution always has me worried
Envy of not seeing man at their newest, their best
Holding the gates of my eyelids open
So to see the break of the waves blue white breast
Atonement in these times generously dispensed
But everyone remembers a face
The way the iron clad soldiers forget is through
Further ******, hoping to one day die themselves
To be truly forgotten is the greatest of miseries
Never having lived means to never have existed
Our footprints are getting wider
The trees sway further toward the ground
Exhaustion peels away at me
Like a babies hand would an orange
Barely standing, I go to work to make $50 a day
Expected to live and be grateful
Produces a laughter mixed with mad absurdity
Where are our heroes now?
On the screen? On the stage? In the field? Behind desks?
There is so much to be done and
When all is finished, the hands scabbed and the knees scraped
All of it will be in vain
Though, we can say we tried
Rather than sitting on our *****
Watching the clouds burst
And the swirls of sand form a tunnel toward God
Lizards prepare their feast
Buzzards rip the flesh from a fresh carcass
Dung beetles roll their wears to the holy land
And the hope of man breathes in and breathes out
One final time
