I'm not as smart as I'd like to be
Mechanical metal, piece of machinery
But one day I'll be cured like a disease
My body dead but my mind between the seam
A happy thought, a happy ending
Death is more beautiful when not pretending
Those rose colored glasses hold you tightly
Safety in make believing a forever without dying
But the truth is we are all made of dirt and twigs
I dream a dream where I'm a tree that stands still
That is a true story, a real sense of being
A reason to stay still to keep those who are breathing
No rhyme or reason, just more fucked up timing
This isn't depression because I'm still here smiling
The dark in our absence to look at the truth
Humans are killers, born with an umbilical noose
We try to do what seems right for another
But we remember our anger and become blinder
Not always selfish, but also selflessly so
If you think you're better than, you've already grown cold
Fuck you and all who think they know their tomorrow
Time is irrelevant in its relevance to control
I'm not sad but pained to watch this world on fire
And I'm tired of being one of the few who have water
Death is distant but for sure it is certain
But what about the lives of our sons and daughters
Your judgement is useless for it is a tool to feel best
When the judgement is sour it's only a mirror
You take your time, you take these steps
But when you leave everything and travel without a path
You find life's meaning, a meaning to survive
Not a personal survival because from birth we die
But to continue the survival of survival in tomorrow
Then you'll find yourself outside of the social mold
People are fickle, fragile, scared living things
And to be one gives me a sense of dismay
Not that I'm broken, gross, insane, or displeased
It's just hard being one who feels they're blind to being
If we all just shut the Fuck up and listened to the wind
You know that one song, "dust in the wind"
We work towards a tomorrow that'll be more comforting
But a truth in that is we are just weak in the knees
I'm not pointing out a flaw or a lack thereof
I'm just clearing my head of this feeling of alone
You're doing fine, keep pushing yourself
But just know that after this, your skin is what's amiss
I dream a dream of the death, what comes next
And if it's nothing at all, to me, that is true and pure bliss
But I get hung up on my thoughts for they bear weight
I don't mean to weigh you down but usually it's too late
This isn't sad, depressing, or even sorrow
It's me stuck in this living that fuels dreams of more
I need to escape the same day I keep living
By that I mean yesterday is tomorrow just a different date
As a human outside the regular, at least that's how I feel
I'm a human who wants humans to work as a unit
Like mechanical metal, silver machinery
Why the Fuck are we hung up on only our own feelings?
Eh, this is shit and the words say other than their original intent
You probably think I have problems, just look at yourself
We hurt, steal, drown in greed
Survival of the fittest makes us all weak
Better in numbers, better in truthfully sharing
A killer may be a killer but they were born without permission
God isn't a fucking planner you carry around
God is the tree firmly planted outside in the ground
God is that lion eating that zebra in the Savannah
God is that zebra that lion is eating
This isn't poetry but it isn't a meaningless expression
I was born the same as you, brought here without permission
Not that I'm ungrateful for I am full of true thanks
I just wish people would listen to people instead of just dismiss
I wish people would know their neighbors instead of talk shit
Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm the wrong kind of disease
Maybe this is just me, just wishful thinking
But the truth is we are animals who act like they need a leash
We all are fucked as fucked in the way we're living
Pack animals are pack animals for a fucking reason
Yet we live in different cages, houses I mean
And the government is an animal of which was set free
They have no wants and have no needs
They only get persecuted when we see there's no leash
Fuck
About the Creator
Brent Horling
I'm a free spirit, who is usually lost in free thought. As life goes on and I age closer to my death, I've come to realize that these free thoughts seem to be all I truly have. And that's okay.
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