Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
My thoughts are like snack food
My thoughts are twisted
Like pretzels,
So hard and easy to break.
I feel so brittle,
So small, no, I'm little,
No, miniscule,
Infinitesimal.
If I matter,
I'll never know until
It's too late,
If I ever decide
To traipse down that road
In my ripped pants
And torn dreams.
Sometimes, I feel as
Thought I'm blind and I'm
Feeling my way from
Room to room,
My hands stretched out before me,
And I feel as though
I find every wall,
Every dead end.
But I'm not blind,
I can see.
But I'm still stuck
In this maze.
Every turn is more nothing.
I feel a black fog
Swallow my entity,
I become another something else.
I become an imprint in time.
I'm used to feeling gone,
Perhaps I've achieved it this time.
Am I in the light?
Or have I become the darkness
I could never shake?
10-15-08
Like pretzels,
So hard and easy to break.
I feel so brittle,
So small, no, I'm little,
No, miniscule,
Infinitesimal.
If I matter,
I'll never know until
It's too late,
If I ever decide
To traipse down that road
In my ripped pants
And torn dreams.
Sometimes, I feel as
Thought I'm blind and I'm
Feeling my way from
Room to room,
My hands stretched out before me,
And I feel as though
I find every wall,
Every dead end.
But I'm not blind,
I can see.
But I'm still stuck
In this maze.
Every turn is more nothing.
I feel a black fog
Swallow my entity,
I become another something else.
I become an imprint in time.
I'm used to feeling gone,
Perhaps I've achieved it this time.
Am I in the light?
Or have I become the darkness
I could never shake?
10-15-08
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My thoughts are like snack food
My thoughts are like snack food
