You tell me
Something is
Happening
That I should
Pay attention
But I don’t
Feel a thing
Not a damn thing
All the data
In the world
And I refuse
To believe you
You tell me
Something is
Happening
That I should
Pay attention
But I don’t
Feel a thing
Not a damn thing
All the data
In the world
And I refuse
To believe you
We’re one
Chair apart
When you
Play your music
And I can’t
Cross the gap
To touch
Your heart
You’ve done
Nothing
To warrant the
Feelings I have
Towards you
What I owe
Can be forgiven
By delaying
The inevitable
And facing
The consequences
A little bit
At a time
For a longer
Period of time
Where do I sign up?
I had some more guests today
Some punks carrying gadgets
That blinked or beeped
Whenever I was nearby
At certain rooms of my home
They would stop and ask questions
While playing a recording device
For kicks I try to give answers
With odd results
Sometimes when they play back what was recorded
They sometimes act as if they heard what I said
Most of the time what is played back
Was never what I said in the first place
One of them asked
If you’re here say something
So I said
Everlasting peace to you
And the recorder playback said
Everest pete too
And the punks exclaimed
It said
Eff you peeps!
Jeez these ghost hunters
Are so gullible
You found
Happiness
Anywhere
Except here
I envy you
Because you
Found your
Happy place
By going
Nowhere
A heartless duty it is truly
To wear the cloak that only fits me
Exploring but a fraction
Of the ocean that is the human soul
A white hot fury
Burns through the bleak composure–
Status quo
What do I know?
I’ve placed bets on
One side
And now want to
Switch
Does it align with yourself?
Alignment
Is it just good enough?
Appeasement
Is there room for improvement?
Hope
Is the path forward no longer clear?
Dread
What is it when just being yourself
Is not enough to win their heart?
Disappointment
What is it when they refuse to
Carve a little space in their life for you?
Misplacement
What is it
When life’s
A game of chance?
Affected
Directed
Divested
Instead
I am looking
For the baseline
By which I measure
Myself against–
But what is it called
When the standard
Was never fair
To begin with?
I don’t want
To live on
A planet where
Everyone is
The same
There are always
Hierarchies
Being at the
Right/wrong
Place
At the
Right/wrong
Time
Makes me
The heir to
Your kingdom
By default