Leaving a record of the things I thought
Believing I was dying the theme becomes clear
Had I known the truth… I’d done the same
Born to be me inside… Same idea new equation
I’d ask for forgiveness, but we’re not born
To believe in such a simple concept as this
Drug that cross as far as I could… Truth be told
We get everything that comes for us
If you really stop to think about it long enough
Hurts I know… The nature of playing God
Remember we didn’t write the rules…
Don’t even know what they were to begin with
You think if I did? I’d waste time talking to you?
We’re on the same sinking ship… Together screaming
“Who’s the fucking captain?”
Leaving behind a record of things we thought
Others like us should probably know… Right or wrong
If you could believe the truth… Wouldn’t change anything
Born to fail… From birth to death everything wants our heads
We’re all the same idea in a new equation
And so far it ain’t adding up the way we envisioned…
Well… the good news is… the world doesn’t run on how I feel…
Really going for it this time
Right into the ground
How does it differ
From falling at all
I don’t know either
Sure does save some time
Failing before anyone notices
Giving up before there’s a chance
Has to be easier than trying
What’s the point if it isn’t?
Really going for it this time
Walking away before the idea sets in
Accepting failure before the regret
Wasted effort?
Misguided sense of genius?
Well, now you’re just full of shit
I’m not entirely sure you know what you want…
Tired of living like I’m dead
I want to live like I’m dying
For a change… if that’s ok
Except I don’t know how to live
Born with this feeling inside my head
That this is only how it is
Can’t change what already is… right?
Embracing the feeling isn’t any better
Fighting it is only making it worse
Day by day I’m only dying inside
Night after night I’m only trying to live
I guess that is the same…
If there was an end to this
I know I’ve always been waiting for it
And that’s just how it is meant to be… cool

Broken Thoughts
Feeling pretty playful… Does anyone else say things out loud around their phone to test if anyone might be listening?… Sylvia and I like to do this… usually around dinner… and lackluster days… We play a darker version than most people though…
We like to do several versions… There is the very descriptive version of getting rid of a body… this one requires some acting and for every body present to trust that you are not describing their actual future murder… Very important detail… and best to leave a few details out… Just in case…
“You need to cut away the fat. No, not like that. You want to be one with the knife. You really want to feel the weight of it in your hand. There you go. You are getting better. Just throw the rest of that in the trash it’s not like they mattered before. Trust me. No one is going to miss them.”
My personal favorite is too pick a topic… like lets say Stalin or someone like that… maybe even someone or some where a little more closer to our time… and just get real into it…
“I don’t think he killed enough people. Honestly if we want to make America Great Again 3 or 4 million are just going to have to go away. Who wants to eat all the time, really? We need a little fear from day to day. In my opinion, opinions are highly over rated. If anything people say too much about how they feel already.”
If that makes you uncomfortable… good… But know it is all in jest and laced with a ton of satire… You can also workshop such topics as… starting your own cult… mental illness… woman’s rights… Honestly there is a lot of hot button issues to really deep dive into for no reason at all…
Life is about perspective… Just don’t play the game too hard… Because that shit is being recorded and staying warm for a rainy day… Such is the true power of information… Not that anybody is listening… haha… yeah ok…
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