all journeys must begin with a single step
how far can i go before realizing the futility of the unguided march into the future
the annointed said to share but when do i get my piece of the pie
wheres my american dream
i am the voice crying out in the darkness
i am the thing that goes bump in the night or perhaps bang might be more appropriate
what is appropriate anyway
some people who know me tell me im a good man most people who dont know me think im a monster
theyre both wrong
why bother playing at all there are no winners
only varying degrees of loss
what happens when we die
good question
ill let you know when i find out
heaven
hell
purgatory
worm food
dust in the wind
does it really matter
do i decide on finite or infinite terms
all i know is not enough to make an informed decision on the matters that keep me up at night
no matter how many i told you sos ive dealt out in my life i still cant win
tomorrow is a new day a new chance to pursue happiness
a brave new world in which doors are open without fear of thievery
truthfully though if i want hope ill go to church and if i want change ill go to the fucking laundromat
i know if i were to do nothing almost all would be lost but if i did everything nothing would change
ive been told to pause for effect and take care of myself stop worrying about others
too many people trying to play by big boy rules and failing
a little suffering is good for the soul
but what if you traded your soul for the faced of the american dream
do i need to get laid or be loved only time will tell
i still don't know if i would prefer to feel feelings or to trudge on in raw unabashed apathy
yesterday i could care so much less about so many things
then an angelic detour sign took me off the beaten path
is this detour the new trail to the clearing at the end of the path or just a temporary reprieve from the pitfalls of my asinine existence
magic 8 ball says only time will tell
oh im sorry did i break your concentration
freedom aint free
the sheeple dont want free theyre afraid to pay the price
i am the shark natures torpedo
i am the falcon natures cruise missile
one day the scorpion wanted to cross the pond but couldn't swim
the frog hey there brer scorpion hop on my back i'll get you across
you sure replied the scorpion
of course just dont sting me
sure thing and with that the scorpion hopped on the frogs back and the two set out across the pond
halfway across over deep water the scorpion stung the frog
you fool the frog cried now were both dead to which the scorpion replied of course you knew it was in my nature when you picked me up
am i the frog or the scorpion
magic 8 ball says only time will tell
damn thing must be broken
will you be the one to keep me from dying cold naked and alone
we already know what the magic 8 ball says
i am orange and a fennian big deal want to fight about it
will i ever be free
i am neither a product nor a victim of society
i am mostly numb
come make me feel
i dare you
if i drop the lodestone from my neck will the weight of the world be anymore manageable
come find me come find yourself
open the doorway at the end of the long hallway to the heart
what will we find
a better tomorrow or a rancid meatbag that no amount of spices can cover the foul decay
do i feel better now
maybe but like the broken magic 8 ball says only time will tell
