you just want to fall down wherever you like you think the tears from your bruised knee should stop traffic you think fair for you is fair for everyone you think your mental boulders are real you think it makes me cold-hearted that i think you’re wrong you are crushed beneath the weight of a boulder and you are lying there with no strength to lift it you will spend hours wondering whether your time being offended at other people’s lifestyles helped you in any way move that boulder but it has no feelings to manipulate and you are powerless to move the objective things with no subjective ones around you are an individual worm who all along felt it was more.
Feelings
circles are infinite lines and circles are feelings
poetrytilt the earth if
you’ve not enough shine
it’s dark ’round here
about half of the time
why, tell both sides to
give up the fight
make the nighttime
give back your sight
but if no concession comes
or you can’t even try
waste your time alone
and cry, cry, cry
feelings like circles
like infinite lines
an arrow pointing at
itself ’till the end of time
as life, itself, is
a perpetual crime
but you can’t see!!
BUT YOU CAN’T SEE!!
WE ALL CAN’T SEE!!
we must be blind.
the sieve and the sand 