You wonder why young children look in the mirror
In disgust with themselves.
Why they go looking for love
In places they know it won't be found.
You can't comprehend why they,
With so much ahead of them, bury themselves
In an avalanche of notifications
Intangible, glowing distractions.

A sick, insuperable obssession
With the thought that
Connections to trajedy somehow transform them
Into more beautiful creatures.

Our generation is enthralled
With negative space.
Gaps in time;
Valleys eroding inward until
There is just
Nothing
Left
To give.
Happiness is out there for all
Who lift their heads from the blankness..

Let's bring ourselves back into a pure,
Simple life.
*It's worth living.

Learning through osmosis,
that's what you desire from me.
Pages and slurs of facts,
saturating the air with verbose greed.

Musing behind dark lids,
so much every night.
Sleep- now reserved for the reckless,
enough night terrors in daylight.

Battered by sharp whistle,
together we must tread.
Eternally catching up,
to the expectations in your head.

My search for truth and meaning
has been confounded by common sense
All these road maps to divinity
hold no substantial evidence

Truth remains an institution
founded in the vulnerability of mortality
Answers are offered up in rational voices
simply to manipulate morality in our reality

Confusing? Quite, enough to exhaust the mind
the search for ultimate truth
demands a large portion of one's time
And so I focus on the things that matter
friends, family, loving relationships

We're here to experience both good and bad
happiness and hardship
And so enjoyment becomes my deity
and the fulfillment of my desires
becomes my worship...

It's not really that deep
These uneasy feelings that I keep
Are more or less on the surface
Of the ocean that's trying to drown me...

Somewhere underneath the rubble a century old soul lies.
Hammers pound, wood-chippers whir.
A chaotic landfill of past, present, and future.
Welcome to my mind.

The signs prohibit visitors and many don't realize the rusted metal warnings are only guises.
With palms aching and restless feet, you crawl over the shattered sky to find me.

Here,
we can pretend to care about life's many quandries together.
Dig underneath the limestone with me,
take off your coat and stay a while.