I can't seem to get this grasp
on the lack of empathy caving into
a kind of snow storm
and I am not it
and you are not it
and they are not it
and there is a great war between truth and idealism
and it seems like no one gets the empathy thing
because it's not a gift
but a loan
and I don't want to win any kind of war
I just wanted to imagine an idealistic future
for all of whoever I wanted to be
and lately
I just feel rushed
and I got worry enough
trying to keep my eyes on the ground
jolt raise my head to the sky
and I feel like an a-bomb
knowing I have no power
here
or the other side
and the free world
is a fragile little flower growing out t
the same that moves the trees and
cuts them down
and bears them fruit
and flowers,begone
this force the same
which guides my veins
and the processes of thoughts
movements of my tongue
and the pushing of air
if which you try to breathe
you will surely drown
the haze of mistakes
slowly guide me off
to the edge of the land
and on a cliff I stand upon
looking out into the divide
looking out
looking in
looking in to look out
but if this force of which you speak
surely leads one to three
I have committed no sin
no wretched act
for it is all a part of the master
act
the masquerade
of everyday
-sandy