I see a room full of bodies with mirror faces. It's easy to say that I see myself in you and you, but if my face were a mirror too, what would we see? Two personalities rebounding? Or just one from the beginning? From the start, we were the same. Yet in that infinite reflection,… Continue reading Mirror
Doublethink. Not a hypocrite, just unaware of the contradiction. And in that moment when the two ideas collide, you make a significant choice. Neutrality will always be mistaken for complacency.
What's it take to be the farmer not the man on the farm? If Karma's a bitch then what are we? The way out is damaging. The distillation of what we call progress. Subtle changes in form yet still the same. Who am I to say what it means to be free?
A prisoner of a place of my own design, resigned to stay and stay out of the way. With shackles loose and the cell door cracked, I'm practically asking myself why I even bothered.
Meet me in a raindrop, dress me in your gaze. Convince me that I'm in control like those days I got in the way. Take my hand and dance with me as we cascade into infinity. Hold your breath and take the step down into the mess we've made. We lose ourselves at midnight dance… Continue reading Sunkissed
I'm riding out this double life. Can't seem to keep them separate though they're markedly disparate. I see myself in both. I thought I knew what I wanted. The story is uneventful but grabs you nevertheless. Just like that day that I sent you my address.
We sail through the sky. The atmosphere is our ocean and there's ocean all around way up above the sound of the chromatic cries for decency but everyone falls in line. The flagship falters and the fleet falters too. Nose dive. We let them decide when to run and when to hide.
Defined by this situation I designed, I never thought I would be the maker of my own demise. I won't be. But can I blame the societal framework for the overwhelming guesswork that amounts to my pursuit of happiness? Of course not. So where does the fault lie? Won't condemn myself for cowardice. Can't criticize… Continue reading Blame Game
Penance is outdated. But I will be a martyr to my pain, slain by thinking too much and anxiety overwhelming. But that me is not. I've seen him and his battles fought, the wars waged in his head on a constant replay in mine. So I rage on in his place. For all the chances… Continue reading Better Than Me
Fall asleep in a bed of cliche, dream of star-crossed lovers and underdogs. It's not so ordinary until you've seen this all before. You're left asking for more, craving something fresh and new and that too will resemble something from a time or two. The unprecedented figments soon fade into history and we will be… Continue reading To Ask For More