Its like that constant hum you hear in your head
It never changes in tone
Or in tempo
Never changes
It drives me fucking insane
But who really cares
Everyone feels that way right
So I'm no important then anyone else
I just wake up every day
And walk through
The sea of faces that all look the same
What drives me
What is my power and force
The hope
The hope of a better tomorrow
For soon this will all be over
And I can leave this piece of shit
To be alone
And live a real life
Walk down a street
And not see a face I know
To be free
I hope I make it
I hope I can kiss you goodbye
Before you kiss the steel
For everyone wants to die
And every fucking person I know wants to die faster
But not much can I do
But sit and watch while my life unfolds
Can’t touch it
Can’t change it
I can only look
I’m stuck in a car show
And my life is all the cars
Wonderful and great
But I can touch
And I surely can drive
So why don't you run me over
And make everything a whole lot easier
I could think of a clever ending
That would sum up this poem
And have it stick in your mind
But why should I bother
For it will all be forgotten soon
Cause I will never make anything
It will never be seen in thousands of books
Or quoted by a great mind
It is better that way
I hope it stays hidden
So then one the right person
Can find it
And appreciate it
For all its worth
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