I don’t know why you gaze
So longingly at the midnight celestials,
For your aliens are pure fantasies:
There is no one to take you away.
I can’t understand why you take your place for ‘Him’.
Does your god take attendance?
Are your sins truly worthy of confession?
But more importantly,
Why do you pray when the listener
Has been deafened by those who never shut up?
I couldn’t imagine the things you dream.
Am I blind, or do I just lack vision?
I just can’t picture your vibrant shades of day,
When I am struck by the vivacity of darkness
And all the things that might be found within it.
How do you sing so resonantly
While I manage to stomp
On my own vocal chords?
How do you listen so closely,
When I can barely hear
The cries of that which is left unsaid?
Do you scream when no one’s around?
Do you, too, dance with solitary misery?
I must be deaf and blind,
Alive but dying,
Hard, yet oh so hollow,
For all I sense is what
I am able to fake.
I have an idea of who I am
Or could be
And I find that person
To be rather intriguing.
The glass is really half empty
Once your greedy father has taken his ‘sip’.
Every birthday is a year farther from
What people tell me was my ‘childhood’,
Pushing me closer to the trap of physical maturity.
We plan for things we covet
Because we think that if we are prepared,
They are bound to occur.
The dreams will most likely fade
And you will stray from your certainty.
You will lead,
An average life
With a mean disposition,
Wading through the thick, overgrown
Swamp of mediocrity.
The present that is now
Was your future in the past,
And you find yourself sick
Because you listened to the world
And all the cruel directions
In which it misled you.
Now you find that you are nothing.
This universe could do without you,
Perhaps even better,
And the stars you imploringly gaze at
Will explode right in your face.
Another light for someone else to follow.
You merely exist.