Sometimes I just feel stuck. Unable to move. Unable to do anything. Anything.
Words turn into whispers in the wind. Movement slows as though with heavy, laden limbs.
The world swirls around at a frightening pace. Unaware of troubles that brew below.
Cheery faces oblivious to despair. Life swallowing them faster and faster.
How is one world stuck inside another that continues to go on and on? To go on and not have an inkling of the stagnant pool inside it?
Scratching and clawing, yelling and screaming. Sometimes a smiling face nods in my direction.
The path behind me, crumbling with each step I take. Gingerly stepping forward onto slippery, unknown surfaces, with feeble attempts to refrain from sliding.
Stuck.
2 comments:
Try WD-40.
What's the deal with my brain?
Why am I so obviously insane?
In a perfect situation
I let love down the drain.
There's the pitch, slow and straight.
All I have to do is swing
and I'm a hero, but I'm a zero.
Hungry nights, once again
Now it's getting unbelievable.
'Cause I could not have it better,
But I just can't get no play
From the girls, all around
As they search the night for someone to hold onto.
And I just pass through...
Get your hands off the girl,
Can't you see that she belongs to me?
And I don't appreciate this excess company.
Though I can't satisfy all the needs she has
And so she starts to wander...
Can you blame her?
Tell me there's a logic out there.
Leading me to better prepare
For the day that something really special might come.
Tell me there's some hope for me.
I don't wanna be lonely
For the rest of my days on the earth.
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