“Music Man”

The man who plays the music seems to hate his life

The rhythm of this moment seems to give himself strife

Plagued by knowing if we could come together how beautiful it would be 

But here we are together and beauty is all I see 

Needing fresh air as badly as I need warmth 

Shaking on the benches so my life may be a work of art 

I’ve drank the poison he’s drunk on now 

Lost with no salvation

Bitter in a cloud 

Music man 

Don't you know?

Your music wakes us up

As much as she puts us to sleep

We’re all grown children

Singing our broken lullabies 

Serving as our alibis 

Proofless

As we lay still in prison

Culture dies as we sell our attention to our screens

Eyes twitching 

Squinting

Necks bent 

Backs hunched 

We seep in and out;

Greed

Judgment

Fear 

Lust

Over indulging 

Hell bent demons

Consuming vs participating 

Tears reflecting back to us 

Don't impede 

Don't press too hard 

Can’t you see your welling up 

Don't drown yourself in the poison you drink 

The words of others,

Your elixir of comfort

May your god comfort me 

Standing in your sandy hills praying it would be solid ground 

It was not mine 

More whole on the outside 

Fragmented veiled reality 

Masked by timid niceties 

A dull sensation