(no subject)
nothing means anything
so you might as well do it anyways
all the things you worry about
so trivial in your mind
all imagined and holding you back
so do what you like
theres no one watching
theres no one to tell you
youre not good enough
do what you feel
and express yourself openly
to the people, to your thoughts
leave them uncluttered
with the standards
and expectations of the world
be human and do not be afraid
to face the day, as it stares back
and straps you down
feel the art of the city
all those interchanging images
moving and moving,
the wind and the dirt
carrying you
feel its beauty
and discard your paperthin words
as they float toward the heavens
beyond us
and we are left with ourselves
pure and unadulterated
by the pain that is so necessary
to give and receive
hush yourself, and watch and humble
and maybe you can find what i have
that we are no different than the ant on your wall
then the colorful bird who sits and sings on a highwire
than the grass who grows and reaches towards the sun
than the spore who lands and settles and thrives
and for what reason, there is none
all of us, governed by these laws of attraction,
revolving and revolving in this storm of dust
falling and rising and dying and living
it never ends
thus we should lay and let it take us
all those things we think we control
failing from our grasps
and where we are taken is not up to us,
while we sit and wonder and think,
why me? why must I exist?
and you dont know, and that is
the beginning of everything
of being human,
and THAT is beautiful,
more beautiful than anything in the world,
so do not discard this beauty, and hold it
everywhere you go, let it make you feel everything
until life seems pure
and your worries are blown away
and you are truly living,
all your boundaries non-existent
and you will be forever appreciative
of the nothingness
we continue to remain apart of.
so you might as well do it anyways
all the things you worry about
so trivial in your mind
all imagined and holding you back
so do what you like
theres no one watching
theres no one to tell you
youre not good enough
do what you feel
and express yourself openly
to the people, to your thoughts
leave them uncluttered
with the standards
and expectations of the world
be human and do not be afraid
to face the day, as it stares back
and straps you down
feel the art of the city
all those interchanging images
moving and moving,
the wind and the dirt
carrying you
feel its beauty
and discard your paperthin words
as they float toward the heavens
beyond us
and we are left with ourselves
pure and unadulterated
by the pain that is so necessary
to give and receive
hush yourself, and watch and humble
and maybe you can find what i have
that we are no different than the ant on your wall
then the colorful bird who sits and sings on a highwire
than the grass who grows and reaches towards the sun
than the spore who lands and settles and thrives
and for what reason, there is none
all of us, governed by these laws of attraction,
revolving and revolving in this storm of dust
falling and rising and dying and living
it never ends
thus we should lay and let it take us
all those things we think we control
failing from our grasps
and where we are taken is not up to us,
while we sit and wonder and think,
why me? why must I exist?
and you dont know, and that is
the beginning of everything
of being human,
and THAT is beautiful,
more beautiful than anything in the world,
so do not discard this beauty, and hold it
everywhere you go, let it make you feel everything
until life seems pure
and your worries are blown away
and you are truly living,
all your boundaries non-existent
and you will be forever appreciative
of the nothingness
we continue to remain apart of.