And here I sit,
This cold, damp morning,
My soul alit
With thoughts of longing.
I wish of wishing,
I lust of lusting,
I crave of something everlasting.
There is no light,
No path to follow.
I try to fight,
But end up hollow.
So in disguise
I keep on walking.
My eyes won’t rise,
I keep on talking.
I wear their clothes,
I pass as man.
I care not what tomorrow bodes,
I know I do not have a plan.
This human mask,
Does it’s job well.
I still find no one fit to ask,
If this, in fact, is just some hell.
The robots work and play and love
Merry with blessings from above.
They ask no questions, have no hope
They see no ending to their rope.
I walk alone,
No end in sight,
Most hope is gone,
At least tonight.
I have no answers,
Yet don’t fight
For finding them, or for what’s “right”.
Too bored to mimic,
This blatant fraud.
Too lazy to seek
For a way out.
So here I sit,
This cold damp morning.
Though no one’s dead
I am mourning.
In mourning for all my lost dreams,
My childhood ways are dead it seams.
I should feel sad, yet I am not.
My dreams are dry, I’ve dreamt a lot.
I crave it all,
I crave its blessing.
I miss it all,
Though nothing’s missing.
I used to look to God for guidance,
Lately, my prayers lost their substance.
Maybe I don’t pray for the right things,
Maybe I’ll find them at life’s end.
I am not good, nor am I evil
Though I’ve always seemed to like the devil.
I chose not for the path of right nor wrong,
I praise no idols, feel no scorn.
I felt it once,
However shallow,
I’ll dance the dance,
If you will follow.
It does not seem too lofty an ideal,
The thing I wish for, though not real.
I’ll gladly close my eyes, and let it fool me
It’s venom seeping slowly through my body.
If it’s this drug that keeps me going,
I gladly feed it every morning.
Until I find the one I’m looking
I’ll clench my teeth, cautiously hoping.
Though barren and desolate this land,
I’d never let go of your hand.
And if I’ll die forever searching,
At least I’ve lived … for no good reason.
Iar nu imi afiseaza bine blogger. Ma fut pe el. Iar m-am apucat sa scriu “versuri”. Fuck me I’m famous … sau shoot me … either way.