Why?

Same questions again
Not mine alone, but should’ve been
Unshared, this burden

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror, watch for me
The days that pass me by,
And tell me what is different,
Tell me how I’ve changed —
Or if I haven’t changed.
Tell me, am I different?
Can you tell me why?
What is it that you see?

Can you see it clearer,
The changes that have come?
Are they good ones or bad ones?
Is it curse or is it charm?
Is it cause for some alarm,
The courses that life runs,
Or when all is said and done,
Can I trust myself, oh mirror?

Undone

I hear the cries of butterflies
With every step I take
They perch within my bones —
So easily those break —
As every beat of gentle wings
Undoes me.

Reflection

When the world stopped, I can’t remember
But it never moved again
Except Thanksgiving and December
Where we pretend that life is now, not then
And there’s a happily ever after
Which we all doubt is true
Attempts were made to trade war for laughter
The result was me and you

Censor

The curiosity of one moment
Is the shame of the next
Who wishes my intrusion?
Who asked for my excess?
Nobody is my watchword
And silence is always best.

Trust

Is there anything that I can trust
When I am the one person I know I can’t
My beliefs topple over with the slightest gust
My good intentions become the room’s greatest elephant
The only people I’ve met and felt close to
Are the demons of somebody else
How can I know what I’m supposed to do
When all I’m supposed to goes against my self?

Madness

I see the world in all its madness
Murder, mayhem, loss, and sadness
They follow me and I seek them out
Trying to make the pain and doubt
A price worth paying, a work of art
To mend the pieces of my broken heart

Assumption

You say I have a habit
Of thinking others greater
And so assume their prescience
And their role as savior
When in truth they have their ignorance
At least as much as mine
And the only thing keeping me back
Is an unnecessary line

Inertia

Inertia is the closest thing
I get to protection
I make a move, I feel the sting
Of my own rejection

What silly fool, what broken piece
Moves all on its own?
Take up airplanes and elbow grease
And there is waiting gravity, poised to pull you down

Skepticism

Am I wrong?
To hear and doubt?
To feel concern as paranoia
To see a racing mind and think
You’re heading towards a crash
I don’t know your life
I don’t know the world
At what point do I say, “enough”?
When do I stand, or step aside?