here I sit, as I have
countless times, yeah
with liquid bread
and my thoughts
for my self
I peered into my empty bottle
realizing I spent hours
admiring a craft
mostly flawed
but revered by many
as perfection creeps
cloaked she already knows
she is unreachable and lonely
I bet God feels the same way
as I uncap another vessel
I realize that it is twenty four past two
so I sketch a few moments
but a few moments now
permanent on my sketch book
time I won't get back
and I can see it
it's ink, a doodle
on a worthless piece of paper
I stare at my text
this and these are moments
I wont get back
so much for perfection.
I hope God isnt as lonely
because it's sad
even with a all these humans
loneliness finds a way
always disguised
unflawed
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
here I sit, as I have
countless times, yeah
with liquid bread
and my thoughts
for my self
I peered into my empty bottle
realizing I spent hours
admiring a craft
mostly flawed
but revered by many
as perfection creeps
cloaked she already knows
she is unreachable and lonely
I bet God feels the same way
as I uncap another vessel
I realize that it is twenty four past two
so I sketch a few moments
but a few moments now
permanent on my sketch book
time I won't get back
and I can see it
it's ink, a doodle
on a worthless piece of paper
I stare at my text
this and these are moments
I wont get back
so much for perfection.
I hope God isnt as lonely
because it's sad
even with a all these humans
loneliness finds a way
always disguised
unflawed
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