So much of our world is manufactured, if not by the political and financial forces around us than by our own minds. We sometimes get lost in our own heads, caught up in storms and mazes of our own making. It can feel like we're endlessly searching, seeking that one person that can pull us out and wake us up. To find a way back into the real world from these falsehoods we created...
Mazes and Mistakes
Fleeting ephemeral forecast
Lost in a Universe that cannot last
Sowing these synthetic seeds
Without a forest for these trees
And no fuel for my still burning flames
Brutal repetition, self-made heartbreak
Navigating through these dead-end caves
Of slicked back black Obsidian
I'd die for just a taste of real
A moment of your time
Lost in a touch, a gentle vibe
Just swaying with the tide
A raindrop falling down forever
Cascading through these seamless drops
How I'd give anything to be devoured
Mind teeming with these tired thoughts
Make me an altar I can't refuse
And soak my heart in gasoline
Tie me down with iron vines
And set me off, burn me for good
Just like that it's fucking dry
No leaves to spare me from the sun
It's a jungle underneath these bones
And a hungry thunder starts to moan
A single solitary comet
Careening through these endless views
A selfish sacrificial portent
An omen of a desired doom
An end to this anticipation
Apocalyptic undertow
Eschatological inebriation
Categorically about to blow
These broken clouds on brink of storming
And I ignore another warning
Just chasing these memories distilling
Love seeming impossible
Consider this my final word
Running circles in the same dissatisfying maze
I count the matter here as closed
And the love I felt mistaken
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