spending thousands of dollars for noise to block out the broken 'ships'
It is an endless ocean and I will travel as far as I can. Letting the {sound} sails and steady winds to take me to a newer place. Somewhere that will make me forget about what/who I left behind.
I never seem to understand why people keep trying to make themselves feel happy or at the very least entertained and distracted enough to realize they lead a self-destructive/indulging life. Would too much happiness cause cavities on the soul? A decaying, walking {no}body obsessed with finding the next best thing and their feelings/reactions soon have to be exaggerated more and more to give off/take in the same spark.
What do you see in the mirror in the morning? When the light shines in do they dim when they land on you? When the world spins the wrong way, do you push till it's in your direction? When did I set the bar so high that nobody can pass it? I can barely hold it up any longer and I'm still hoping for a sign of improvement. It could be my imagination running over itself and I know I'm no better than anybody, but boy it's become a lonely one on the Road Of Trying.
Maybe we should chase more intangible things, at least we won't create as much garbage. People talking trash everyday makes me want to jump into the shower when I get home. Scrubbing the soap in my own mouth, hoping whenever you're talking dirty that your mouth will have an aftertaste. It wouldn't bother me that much, if you were dirt, but flowers have never been so sourly colored.
Wish I were a rock and you'd skip me across the lake to the other side far far away. Somewhere I won't have to hear your voices and pointless conversations. Been feeling like a waste and used over again and again.
I never seem to understand why people keep trying to make themselves feel happy or at the very least entertained and distracted enough to realize they lead a self-destructive/indulging life. Would too much happiness cause cavities on the soul? A decaying, walking {no}body obsessed with finding the next best thing and their feelings/reactions soon have to be exaggerated more and more to give off/take in the same spark.
What do you see in the mirror in the morning? When the light shines in do they dim when they land on you? When the world spins the wrong way, do you push till it's in your direction? When did I set the bar so high that nobody can pass it? I can barely hold it up any longer and I'm still hoping for a sign of improvement. It could be my imagination running over itself and I know I'm no better than anybody, but boy it's become a lonely one on the Road Of Trying.
Maybe we should chase more intangible things, at least we won't create as much garbage. People talking trash everyday makes me want to jump into the shower when I get home. Scrubbing the soap in my own mouth, hoping whenever you're talking dirty that your mouth will have an aftertaste. It wouldn't bother me that much, if you were dirt, but flowers have never been so sourly colored.
Wish I were a rock and you'd skip me across the lake to the other side far far away. Somewhere I won't have to hear your voices and pointless conversations. Been feeling like a waste and used over again and again.