Chewing On Glass…

Too much sleep and now I can’t think (Clearly)
Things it turned out were never all right
Somethings come from the left as well
Difficult to walk a straight line in the wrong direction
(Obviously) Was it though and for how long?
Guess it was always me and I kind of knew
Too much sleep and now I can think (Unfortunately)
Things it turned out were manufactured
From somewhere so much further away
Shipped in indiscreetly for me to find (Mysteries)
From an unknown sender addressed directly to me
To the back of my mind (Descending)
In the back of my mind (Ascending)
I guess then I kind of knew and I’m at fault
Too much sleep and now everything’s so deep
Life it turns out isn’t so bad with eyes left open
(Obviously) I guess it makes sense setting the example
I’m still so tired with my eyes closed (Evidently)
I thought my words could change a thing
Turn it into something more than it is
The deeper this goes… (Descending)
The less you feel… (Ascending)
Things it turns out crash down like waves
I guess you could say the same about me
Too much reflection and now I’m bored (Inherently)
Things it turns out aren’t that interesting
I guess I knew that with my hand so deep in the sand
Drowning wasn’t all the bad as it turns out (Clearly)
It was the living that was too much to handle
I guess we’d have known that if we had the chance
The opportunity to really think it through
Too much sleep and now I can’t think
Of what it was I was meaning to say (Obviously)

Not all Broken Thoughts stay broken for all eternity… Sometimes they turn into something completely different… Normally when this happens… I hide them away for a future time… For a project still left undone in the back of my mind… The folder as it turns out is getting too full… Been told I don’t share enough of myself… (Clearly)

I’m working on it… being more personal… trying new things all around… The weeks… months… and days ahead will hopefully… set the tone for things to come… I doubt it though… Old dogs don’t learn new tricks… and I’m not getting any younger… but I’m trying… Should be enough for the critic in my head… (Obviously)

Need to work harder at getting these stories out of my head… These little tales have been fun… but it isn’t enough to feed a soul that is always hungry… starving for something more than what it is that I have done… I said I wanted it all… The time has come once again to prove it… To myself… To the rest of you… Too much time in my head… has left me crippled and broken… (Inherently)

Because the truth… the fact of the matter is… the deeper this goes the less you feel… The further I fall the more I know I’ve only failed myself… Living with my eyes closed makes as much sense as sleeping with them wide open… Hope all is well… and maybe it isn’t… But know that it will be…