Growth, it often dictates
Omnipotence
Or at least some form of competence
Gravitas by the crate
Little do I know, though, and it seems
Everybody knows the same.
Tag: lost
The Aftermath
It makes me sick to think of it
And then it makes me sad
And then I feel nothing
Of the emotions I once had
And I can’t tell what’s compensation
And what is simply me
What I’m supposed to feel
And what others are meant to see
I don’t know who’s the real bad guy
Or if one even exists
All I know is that if this is life
I’ll not get my wish.
Occasionally Existing
One time out of four
You don’t exist
Yet somewhere in the ether
You dream you persist
Dream on, if you will
Perhaps one day we’ll see
When you are not you
If you are still me
Changed
I’m not sure what changed
Was it the lack of happy endings
Of which I was suddenly aware
Or the constant choice of indolence
When I know that I should care?
Was it memories invented
Or dreams left unmade
Or the horde of unhappy endings
That left everything so changed?
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.
In the Arena in the Basement of my Mind
I can’t find a thing in this emptiness
Not a ladder nor the light
Or a reason to enter the fray
When it’s me I’ll have to fight
Doing Less
Looking for the easy way
Every time I turn around
Sorry for it all, and yet
Still no difference to be found.
Good Intentions (Don’t Count)
I wrote a letter meant for thee
It sat a time numbered as three
I never meant to count by century
But as for that — well, c’est la me
Skipping Fragments
Oh alas, woe is me!
The fragments of my memory
I skipped across the lake of life
They skipped, and stopped
And quickly dropped
And now the lake with them is rife.
Chutes
I hate it all and nothing matters
Time just walks on by
I play my life like Chutes and Ladders
Barely worth the tears to try
Writer In Retrospect 