No, this is not meant to be a poem or anything. Just me going on and on.




What's the price to purchase a sliver of freedom in a life contained,
Imprisoned by public notions of what is and what should be,
Living lives with what was and will no doubt come again,
We try to find the ever elusive smile that crossed our lips in a time of innocence,
But everything is so tired, it's all been done and done to death,
We are the apathetic future,
A generation who thrives on failure in a world damaged,
We've forgotten the simple joys of existence,
Instead to focus on everything that's wrong,
Pointing out the flaws as we help it spiral out.

We stare at the wreck at comment on the drivers while our own lives pass us by.

Those who claim to be able to help,
The ones you share your fears and pay your blood to,
They only shove colored emblems down your throat
Numbing your senses with artifical bliss,
A pill for every thought they say you shouldn't have,
To hide away emotion in medicated states of unaware.

I yearn to breakaway from a simple life in a land of contradicting rules,
Here where hypocrisy spills out the levees of authority,
Boredom has become a lifestyle and love, a commodity,
Gift wrapped and ready to give away whenever the occasion calls.

A word that once carried force,
Now a weak over-used notion.

I sit here speaking like I know a better way,
However, I am just the same,
I find my anesthesia in memories,
Living in times years away while dreading what's to come,
A terrible thing to think it's to late to try at twenty-three,
Like a stillborn thought of happiness,
Gone before you ever had a chance to meet.

So I kiss the cold air goodnight,
Here in my cocoon of rejoicing and regrets,
Where I remember those lost to me in flesh or soul,
Lie down and grasp at dream lovers,
I wrap myself around the warmth of my last shard of hope,
Perhaps one day I'll find a path worth treading,
And if I'm lucky, I'll meet you there.