Home screams "42!" in red and white
Push it to the side
I have no time tonight

We are all separate, but wholly one
They are all separate, but wholly one
Father, Ghost, and the Son

Strange meetings in the middle of everything
Stare at the ground,
while your gaze starts to sting

How old are you?
How old am I?

Why did you grab my leg?
How did you notice my movements?
Where are you?

I want nothing to do with tomorrow.
Because self pity of today is overwhelming.
Knowing better doesn't change the actions
And my hip wants to pop out of its socket
Traction
Gaining
Hydro-planing
On the streets of whe'ever the **** in Oregon

Loss and gain
Measure the same, but one feels so much
heavier than the other.

Push beads back
Hold her hair back
The only difference is sharing loneliness with another

I'm not saying that I understand, fully what's happening here.
[Soul searching, or so I've been told]
But I know that you and I are worlds apart.

Is there this great of a disconnect between the rest of the world and I?
*Because the Internet