Chewing On Glass…

Losing the space in between the moments
The gaps extended into a daze
A time I can’t seem to reclaim… to place…
On this broken… burned up time line
Devastation… Inclination… What I am?
Disappearing into the nothing of existence
Trapped in a box of my own isolation
Things aren’t the same as they were before
A feeling I keep coming back for… wasn’t enough
Broken record syndrome… broken minded fool…
Desperation… Predisposition… Who we are?
None of this is going the way I planned
A thorn digging deeper in me… defense mechanism
Heard it all before… living it all over again
There is no variant of a world untold
It’s just the same old shit waiting to unfold
Devastation… Inclination… What we’ve always been?
The evidence is there for all to see
Losing the space in between the moments
Turning the world a deeper shade of red
More has been lost then will ever be created
No reason to be scared and yet it seems I am

It is colder in here than it feels… hell that is…

It takes so long waiting for a change
Fighting a force that just isn’t there
Wave after wave of something called humanity
Might as well go under if you want anything done
Because trust me no ones listening… no one cares
A darkness grows in the shadows of a thought
The truth becomes an afterthought down here
On a ground paved with bones I’ll take the fable
An idea that proves what I do was worth something
Nothing more than a speck of dust in the cosmos
What do you really think we are here to do
Looking around it is easy to see… to kill… to hurt..
To suppress those that don’t think like you
Hate to say it… but no one thinks like you… even you…
Conditioned to believe in the eye in the sky
Call it what you’d like… We’re all afraid of something
Fear all there seems to be… even in a time of science
It takes too long waiting for a change
Fighting a force that just isn’t there
Wasted effort ignoring what’s already known
Might as well do what your heart tells you
Because trust me no ones judging you
Based on what you didn’t do… Sad truth…

I’m not ready to walk away from what I don’t understand…

Not sure I ever had any of this figured out
Notes on nothing more than cracks in my heart
Hybrid theories about who I thought I was
Wasn’t any more special than I was meant to be
Dragging my soul across the decades of the unknown
Looking back there was only these thoughts
About how I could but I couldn’t
And now the time has come and gone
My ideas nothing more than dust on a shelf
My dreams dead memories from before
I’m not sure I ever knew what I wanted
Notes on nothing more than cracks in my heart

Jesus… how does one turn the mood around after that?… Seriously though… I asked Jesus… but I’m still waiting for a response… Figured I take it to the masses… someone might get back to me sooner… Jokes aside… if the rapture hasn’t happened yet…

Could we maybe try something else for a while… Then we can go back to hating each other or making America Great Again… Or whatever bullshit we’re not really trying to do… I could really use the break… Maybe some time to think about anything other than…

What’s the point if it’s all going to be gone next week any way… If you have been here long enough… You know that I am simple man… with simple wants and needs… I don’t want it all… hell… I’m starting to not even want enough anymore… I just want to live… sometimes…

This isn’t so much as a plea to those who don’t think like me… the rest of us… or whatever drives you to believe the world was built for only you… Why don’t you take some time off and figure out what hurt you… That’s all it is…

We all have it a little bit… It isn’t okay… but it is how it is… And I get it… It feels like no one’s listening… No one really cares… You think I do this because I’m well adjusted?… Did you just stumble your way here?… Just because you feel it… Doesn’t mean it is real…

Truth is people are listening… people do care… Not all of them… because of everything I just said… You just haven’t found the right ones yet… Because you’re scared… I’m scared… Fear is all we have in a time of science… Fear is all we had in a time of religion… Fear it seems is all we ever had…

But it doesn’t mean it is what we always have to have… Some fear is good… keeps us safe… But being fearful all the time?… Every moment of every day?… Isn’t good for anybody… anyone… or anything… Most nouns now that I think of it… Hope all is well… I really do…