i think of the life i would have if everything were not so easy
everything within reach, just inches from my face.
i think of my life in a romanticized time
a gentler, patient life.
i think of the life i would have if everything were just a bit easier
everything given, without cost of life.
i think of my life if i were not so tired,
a fulfilled, everlasting life.
i think of the life i would have if everything were not so easy,
everything happening, everyone aware.
i think of my life far away from the constant threat of doom,
a kinder, quieter life.
i think of the life if things were just a bit easier
everything coming and going, no death for profit
i think of my life if i ran away
a final, endless life
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"reflections"
filled up with tears and broken promises
you are a lie told to me
by the deepest recesses or myself
and over the years i have begun to believe it
long summer days become warm summer nights
where does the sun go when the stars put it to bed?
and why are there sixty seconds in a minute?
you are a tired little child
you never woke up from that dream
i went on living for you
its my fault. i never shut the door
you have fallen down,
over and over again
but i forgot to tie the laces.
the finger im pointing,
never makes it past the mirror
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"musings"
i want to carve my name into the trunk of a tree
so something living remembers my name.
until all that is left of the earth is ash
and is it true you don't remember the day that you were born?
my god,
must i keep living a life i dont recognize?
i am not satisfied by a clock of 24 hours
who chose the numbers we count with,
who wrote the language we dictate?
and i am singularly terrified
that my experiences are solely my own
i will never live outside my body,
never know what else is known
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