Too much? Too
little. I get it.
Always a silly thought, a distraction …
Never real, never actually – there.
Tired, so so tired it hurts.
Life is like that, to be sure.
Trickery and consumption,
Ideals and dreams forgotten
Amidst do this, be this, do that!
But maybe I’ll rebel?
Shock and maim – sorry for that …
Or Not? Who will care?
Is this for you or for me?
Dance the dance,
Tell the story -
But make it new,
your own invention
Create a melody that is you,
Purely you
Hear it, feel it
Let it fill the silence
That deafens you
