10.30.2008

I'm going to try

Thrown in the middle of

not terror, really

if there is a feeling worse it's apathy

when you can't pursue what you desire
you fill the void with "rightness"
that logic will prod you in
that voices of reason will praise
they confirm the emptiness, no doubt

Thrown in the middle of

not attachment, really

if there's a feeling worse it's complacency

when you scream at night from indecision
you rage against walls with questions
that would be answered if
that could be explained it
you dropped the chains of reality, no doubt

There's nothing but a sad shallow goal

There's nothing to embrace at night

There's nothing I desire

And I dare to include my love in this
And I dare beg for his understanding
And I continue through the straight and narrow
As slowly like a mist at twilight
I lose my beautiful deadly rabbit hole
dream