Chewing On Glass…

Waiting around is making it that much worse
It isn’t a race, but then what really isn’t
Getting closer to the end feel like the only way
Though I’m pretty sure I’m on the wrong track
When it comes to things like this
The Lord will let us know… with a shrug
Until then best of luck… with a smile that hurts
I’d just as soon watch it burn than piss on you
Waiting around wasn’t all it was supposed to be
Life isn’t a race, but I’m ready to see the end
Getting there feels like the right course of action
Though I don’t know because it is all I know
When it comes to things like this
The Lord works in mysterious ways… with a shrug
Best we could come up with on such short notice
With a smirk that hurts more than words
I’d just as soon kill it all then try anything different
If you’ve got a problem take it up with the Lord
Sit around and see what they have to say
Your current wait time is… a lifetime and then some

Doesn’t make any sense… well it just doesn’t…

The space in between takes longer than the moments you speak of…
Last longer than the time it took to say something so stupid…
Cemented in time… Everything falls apart…
If were not machines… Then what were we meant to be?…
I don’t know either but I’m not asking for myself…
Fate isn’t decided… It’s lived over a course of time…
Seen this all before… Still don’t know why…
In time I presume… In time it will become clear… I suppose

It was a dark time… One’s ignorance can be a dark time…

Blending into the ceiling
Mixing up emotions that aren’t the same
Screaming and yet smiling
How do you know if somethings wrong?
Bleeding into the walls
How else was I supposed to be me?
Blending into the floor
I’m not sure anyone could know
What it is like to cry and keep a smile
Knowing you are so dead inside
Isn’t as freeing as I’ve made it out to be
Blending into the ceiling
Bleeding into the walls
Blending into the floor
I’ve disappeared and I don’t know
Where it is I’ve gone…

Depression… Can’t live with it and can’t live… Well… I got it… so I just have to live with it… Depression definitely isn’t like a wife that is for sure… Nothing cares less than depression… Depression cares so much less than everything else… that it’s like go ahead shit your pants… Where are you going to find the energy to get up?… Not here…

Jokes aside… Depression sucks but there is help out there… Still have to live with it… but it is hard to argue there’s no reason not to live… if you really think about it… today sucks… sure… but what about tomorrow?… I’m not telling you what to do… but why not wait it out one more day and see what’s up?… You got some place more important to be than here?…

Let’s talk about something less serious… The border… Now that’s a transition… Who knows what the hell is happening as you are reading this… You might be in a trench somewhere on the Texas border wishing depression was the worst part of your day… Currently… once again… there is a lot of talk about a civil war… Please for all that you believe in shut the fuck up… Couldn’t think of a nicer way to say that… I apologize… But seriously shut the fuck up…

I’m not going to present a side on this argument… only point out the obvious… Because apparently enough of us have our heads so far up our own asses that we can’t think for shit all over again… That I’d only be adding fuel to a fire that too many people want to see burn and burn… People want to start a war… People want to fight their neighbor for having an opinion… When it’s so much easier to just help those knocking at the door…

People are people and all they want is their chance at a better life… It is madness we have no empathy for those that suffer looking for a chance at the best version they can find… That we have no solution to an issue that so many of us once chased across an ocean… across a dusty land… built with our bloody hands… built on the backs of others… stole from those that were already here… just to call this land our home… A lot of us may have been born here… but that wasn’t always true…

Cast your stones… hammer down your opinions… fortify your positions… but fear not the truth will still be waiting when all is said and done… We want to say they aren’t Americans… but what’s more American than sacrificing everything for a chance at something better?…

Hope all is well… I’m sure we will be talking about this for another hundred years… Because progress is slow… and we won’t be here long enough to figure out how any part of this life works… The real burden of being born upon this earth…