Monday, April 10, 2017

The Sinkers, The Mountains, The Chains

There are sinkers attached to my eyelids
And clouds that serve as reminders 
Of the darkness living inside us
They're fogging up thought in my brain

There are mountains attached to my shoulders
Made of money and Microsoft folders
I thought they were designed to hold us
But it looks like we're holding them 

There are chains attached to my feet
To all but me, they're discreet
I want nothing than just to retreat 
Back to the comfort of closing my eyes

The world shouts, "you fool, come join us!
Stop living in dusty corners
Look at the happiness that which adorns us
Don't you want some of this too?" 

They can't see the sinkers, the mountains, the chains
My shattered undetectable pains
The thoughts that drive me insane 
And I'm not sure if I'm just being lazy 

I'll have to remember that everything ends
it's comforting, because thats when it all mends
And then the universe quietly sends 
Something which is only beginning 



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