Chewing On Glass…

Got a light? Got a light?
In all this darkness
Got a light? Got a light?
In all this despair
No… Not in this black and white
Reality we seem to think we’ve found
Got a light? Got a light?
In all this destruction
Got a light? Got a light?
In all this devastation
No… Not in this red and blue
Reality we seem to believe we’ve found
Got a light? Got a light?
Where there is none to be found
Got a light? A beacon of hope?
In all this darkness
No… Not in this full spectrum world
Reality we’ve created for ourselves

Feeling sorry for myself is a full-time offense…

The sound is broadcasting from all around
A voice like an angel… the voice of God
It calls out for more because enough never is
Swallowing it whole to possess it in full
Too many plot lines to follow this narrative
Getting so lost from within
The sound is broadcasting from all around
A voice that’s not for every body like this
It screams out for more because enough never is
Pushing it away to distance myself
Still too many plot points to follow a narrative
Getting so lost within it
The sound is broadcasting from all around
Down from the heavens right into my skull
It calls out for more because enough never is
Enough to satisfy this enduring feeling left in me

Feeling sorry for myself is a way to get through this…

Might have spoken too soon to things I didn’t know
Life and death… love and happiness
Misspoken I think is the word if it is a word at all
Not sure about much as of lately
Now I know that can’t really be the saying
Might have believed in myself more than I should
Inside and out… intentionally and externally
Mistook myself for a completely different person
Not sure of much as of recently
Now I know more than ever that I can’t be trusted
Locked in here I might have gone a step to far
Such a big revelation with no real circumstance
Yeah that’s what I’ve been looking for
A life similar to the meaning of existence

I have so many things to do and so little motivation to do any of it. Maybe I have too many things on my mind? Or maybe I am burnt out on trying to do anything with my life? Hard to see the forest for the trees when you feel buried up to your knees. I’m sure I’ll figure it out. Either that or die. Could go either way and I also feel like that is part of the problem. One of them is guaranteed to happen no matter what I do and the other requires me to believe that the other will never happen. Otherwise what’s the point of doing anything ever or at all? Deep sigh once again. I’ll figure it out. I’ll pull something out of the silence in my head and feel like this all over again at another date.