“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