Chewing On Glass…

The most basic of things is harder to achieve
Sidewalk scene is getting to out of place
Screaming into the concrete only reverberates back around
Wish even I knew what it was that I was talking about
Breaking down is so much easier in pieces
Subway tiles and a delusional fall
So much better to not know at all
What will the story of the future mean for me
On this path it doesn’t mean so much at the moment
Woke up to this somber feeling
Chewing on my lips and tasting only blood
Missed it more when I thought it was gone
Felt more alive on the verge of death
Took the moments for something significantly less
Than what is or what isn’t there
Recording thoughts to reflect on later
In the shadows of my life passing me by

No longer finding what I already know I am…

The truth of the matter feels like swallowing razorblades
But the facts are facts… spend too much time in the sun…
Libel to burn up… stepping out of the shadows…
No time like the present to not understand
The little differences don’t really make us that much different
We are all going to need to come up with some sorta plan
Something better than whatever it is we have now
Because even when it works… it still feels pretty broken…
Compliancy isn’t the answer… just what we have settled upon…
Facts are facts… I’m willing to admit I don’t have the solution
But that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to listen…
Two very different things we can’t seem to agree on
The truth of the matter feels more like swallowing razorblades
So, I get it… lets do nothing… and stick to the plan…

The Lord works in mysterious ways or not at all… convenient…

Taking what I know
I’m not sure everything’s okay
Sitting around wasting time
Procrastinating is not who I am
Maybe who I’ve become but
If I’m being honest
Never liked myself much any way
Taking what I know
This emptiness in me
Isn’t a symptom of something else
Only how things seem to be lately
Forever and maybe it will go away
Taking what I know
I’m not sure everything is okay
Sure it will be fine in a enough time
As the time ticks on by
I’m sure it won’t drive me insane
Losing the minutes was only part of the game
If I’m being honest
It’s not like I was doing anything any way

A little bit of a mixed bag today… feeling tired… unsure… like myself… makes sense to a point… though nothing ever really does with enough thought… truth is fiction… fiction is truth… if you want it bad enough… so I have heard from the voices inside my head…