harraser
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2001
- Messages
- 2,091
Oh the simple pleasures...
The confusion of ambiguity
The frustration of an unknown anger
Why why why why why?
Lost on a backroad
To nowhere in particular
Or possibly everywhere at once
Sit down on the gutter
Amongst the filth and glory
To contemplate the view.
Why arent i here?
Why arent i here?
Why cant i feel it?
And why arent i here?
What was thought to be a first
Of matter, importance
May be a little more constant than originally suspected
Molar eyes miss things such as this
When clouded by blood-clots
And inner skull mood-light
Such dark interiors
Are a much more scenic view
Than these chopping board fields
Of the dreaded "Outside"
(Far too much left hanging in and off them anyway)
So i sit
And contemplate,
As im wont to do,
The day of my ocular-ectomy
The hopeful opening of my eyes.
And i ponder the question
Of my wet cement resting point
And how it seems to harden slowly
But too quickly for me to get away.
The confusion of ambiguity
The frustration of an unknown anger
Why why why why why?
Lost on a backroad
To nowhere in particular
Or possibly everywhere at once
Sit down on the gutter
Amongst the filth and glory
To contemplate the view.
Why arent i here?
Why arent i here?
Why cant i feel it?
And why arent i here?
What was thought to be a first
Of matter, importance
May be a little more constant than originally suspected
Molar eyes miss things such as this
When clouded by blood-clots
And inner skull mood-light
Such dark interiors
Are a much more scenic view
Than these chopping board fields
Of the dreaded "Outside"
(Far too much left hanging in and off them anyway)
So i sit
And contemplate,
As im wont to do,
The day of my ocular-ectomy
The hopeful opening of my eyes.
And i ponder the question
Of my wet cement resting point
And how it seems to harden slowly
But too quickly for me to get away.
