Chewing On Glass…

Dimensions descending through the ages
My mind is breaking but some how I know
I can’t follow you into the darkness this time
Not like before or ever more
On broken knees my body seems bent
But I think we already know the truth
This wasn’t ever about leading or following
No one knows why we are here at first
But they know enough to tell you you’re wrong
Through some grace of god we’ve got rules to follow
Through some divine intervention we found a way
To rule over all the hearts of those we’re told to love
Universe constricting through the ages
My mind is breaking but some how I knew
I shouldn’t follow you into the ark this time
Not like before or ever more
On broken knees my body seems fine
But I think we’ve always known the truth
This wasn’t ever about love or hate
No one knows why we do but we have to
Knew enough that we shouldn’t for some reason
Through some grace of god we’ve got demands to follow
Through some divine intervention we discovered a way
To give away everything about ourselves to someone else
Dimensions descending… Universe constricting…
My mind is breaking but some how I know
That following you anywhere was the only way to go

Following a dream isn’t a waste of time… it just feels kind of pointless…

Spoke to me as if I didn’t know
The loneliness in your eyes
Could mean anything less
Then what I’ve already known
A life spent running away
Cowardly hiding behind a mask
Has left me open to disappointment

I don’t think this matters as much as you think it does…

A darkness grows in my head
Tinted spider web of problems
I can’t seem to command
Just when you think you are done
There’s so much more still left ahead
Just when you think you understand
There’s still so much further to go
Having the answers isn’t understanding
Understanding isn’t having the answers
Questions and problems keep coming up
Life, life it keeps on moving
Drowning, breathing, living while dying
None of these seem so different
Even if you can define the difference
A darkness grows in my hand
It takes the shape of a pen
Tainted ink I can’t seem to command
There’s only one end to no longer understand
And just when you think you are done
You’re not even close to being done yet
Having the answers isn’t understanding
Understanding isn’t having the answers
Questions and problems keep appearing
Life, life it just keeps moving on
With or without you it must continue
Drowning, breathing, living while dying
Somehow this is considered surviving
Even if you can’t define the reasons why
You’ll read the road map just fine somehow

Taste that?… it tastes like rust… This might be one of the better posts since I’ve started up again… Don’t call it a come back… Not sure I could have picked a more depressing topic… Only kidding… I totally can think of more depressing topic than life…

Right?… There has to be something more depressing than life?… It is kind of all encompassing though… Maybe that is just like my perspective man… Not real sure this is what you get for fucking a stranger in the ass… You either get or I’m crazy…

Not much has been happening around here… Watching old movies… stressing about work… avoiding doing anything for myself… and I’m not even sad… People tell me I am sad… But what do people really know?… That’s not fair… some people have to know something… Right?… Still not sad… just living day to day…