Faithless

Is the world in which we live
So faithless as portrayed?
Is that we end where we begin
The only promise to be made?

Is there honor to be found
Beneath these shallow waters?
How many look and merely drown?
But how I pity all the others.

Spaced

It’s different now
I always had faith
That the circle would turn
That the sun would shine
Now I’m spinning out
There is no center of gravity
There is no guiding star
I’m lost in the blackness
I’m lost in how far
And I’m not sure it matters
Maybe nothing does
All I know is this abyss
And the weight on my lungs.

Condolences

Do we say it for ourselves?
To relieve that sudden pressure,
Or make believe the words are true?
To say it will get better
Will not mean so much to you.

Our Future

They pass again like shooting stars
Aiming at the moon
And much as we might call them ours
They still are gone too soon.

The Rare, Unseen Folly Cryptid

I don’t know what to be
So I be a creature of folly
I turn my back, unbelieving
On the things that could’ve brought me hope
And instead believe in monsters —
My God, what a dope!

Spotlight

It isn’t mine to take the light
I can’t afford illuminated wrongs
It is my duty to be right
If I can’t be brave or strong

It’s not my place to bleed disgrace
And let the disillusioned carry on
But to play the part of naive grace
And fan the flame of dreamed-of dawn

On My Shoulders

There’s a smooth voice telling me that I’m an idiot
And a light one childishly believing in hope
The latter would say the former’s Judas Iscariot
The former would argue the latter’s a dope

There’s a bright voice growing ever dimmer with time
And a suave one becoming far more convincing
I can’t really deny both of them are mine
But personification is so much better for wishing.

Routine

Every day is the same cycle
Hope and deep despair
The ocean’s violent lull
Ever shifting, ever there

I wake up in the morning
Barely making it from bed
The sun has done its heavy lifting
It slowly goes to join the dead

The moon comes out to play
And I’m almost alive again
I swear the next will be the day
For all I should’ve done back when

Then I go to sleep
And spend some hours with my dreams
Only to rise reluctant from the deep
To a reality as empty as it seems.

Impasse

I’ve had these conversations before
Half of me believing
Half of me unmoving
Spoken hope already pre-conceived
But still only one side in a war
And neither side will be deceived
By what the other’s fighting for

Disappointments

Once again I’m not let down
By my disappointments
My expectations ever proving sound
But how am I to voice this?