What is out there, and how did you find it?
Whispers in the dark,
Hush voices through the day,
As our reality is stark,
The bitterness is the only way.
I sit and glare at the world,
Something made my lip curl.
Out of mind, out of touch,
Utopia failed, I had enough,
They lean on it like it's a crutch.
Together forever makes alone at last,
Hear the half answers through the glass,
Everything's nothing after the blast,
Read between the lines, dumbass,
"Everything's nothing," an elder man laughs.
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies,
Nobody answers so nobody dies,
Disguised by his eyes on which he relies.
Home's where the heart is, that's what they say,
On the contrary, home kills my spirit,
What I wouldn't have given to get away.
Destruction's creation flipped on its side,
Intriguing concept, I can't deny,
Destruction's creation that been confined.
Yonder hero turns to flee,
On occasion so do we,
Underlying catastrophe.
Forget me forever, Forget-Me-Nots,
In the wind they twirl like dancers,
Now or never, never stops,
Devious thought is mental cancer.
I tend to run, I tend to hide,
Take in my soul, eyes opened wide.
By Jon Zimmerman
Whispers in the dark,
Hush voices through the day,
As our reality is stark,
The bitterness is the only way.
I sit and glare at the world,
Something made my lip curl.
Out of mind, out of touch,
Utopia failed, I had enough,
They lean on it like it's a crutch.
Together forever makes alone at last,
Hear the half answers through the glass,
Everything's nothing after the blast,
Read between the lines, dumbass,
"Everything's nothing," an elder man laughs.
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies,
Nobody answers so nobody dies,
Disguised by his eyes on which he relies.
Home's where the heart is, that's what they say,
On the contrary, home kills my spirit,
What I wouldn't have given to get away.
Destruction's creation flipped on its side,
Intriguing concept, I can't deny,
Destruction's creation that been confined.
Yonder hero turns to flee,
On occasion so do we,
Underlying catastrophe.
Forget me forever, Forget-Me-Nots,
In the wind they twirl like dancers,
Now or never, never stops,
Devious thought is mental cancer.
I tend to run, I tend to hide,
Take in my soul, eyes opened wide.
By Jon Zimmerman
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