The day has arrived, the time has finally come
Time to don our guises and have a little fun
Be something that we’re not
For many this may be the only thing they want
Not candy, but carelessness of youth
Detached from the maddening what, when, why and who
Truth can be restrictive
To hide behind a mask can truly feel like living
Today I’m doing a rough draft of the new logo for thInkStains. It’s been a long time since I updated the look of any of my sites, so it’s about time. Unfortunately, branding is a part of almost everything these days. Catch you later, internet. Happy Almostween.
Something has to give
I can’t always be this broke
My confidence is spent
How did I fall this low?
Knowing how it happened might not change a thing
At least then I would know where to aim this rage
Pages filled with lost aggression
Screaming at the wall and never learning any lessons
Except one simple truth
Smashing my hands on that wall isn’t any use
I lose sight in this sad state
To take the long way ’round has never been my way
I just want to break through
Give a sense of purpose to the fruitless things I do
I’m dying to find love, but there’s so few places left
A psychic in the street said “Right before your death.”
Then, I shall find love
Something in the way she spoke said more than enough
She shrugged and told me what she saw
Didn’t ask for a cent or demand pay at all
Told me it was “sad”
The way the lines of my hands spoke to her of death
I must admit, I have no plans
For today, nor for life
I wander through consciousness, hoping for a light
Some illuminated path
I can’t remain this aimless
Twenty four long years have passed
I’m still grasping at the straws
Caring not whether I grab the shortest one or not
Taught to see the world in terms of opportunity
Have I just gone blind, or have they all eluded me?
Up into the small hours
Time flies and I chase it
Collapsing around dawn
Another new day wasted
I wake around noon
Something tells me that I’ll repeat that mistake quite soon
Used, but seldom wisely
Time is something that I spend in excess
Taken lightly
Tight fisted, I am not
I spend time and money like it doesn’t matter much
One brief pause and then I’m back
Attention sometimes seems to lack
Attacked by small distractions
All the mundane things that pass hold some strange attraction
Detracting from my thoughts
A train that derails often isn’t worth as much
Just clutter on the tracks
Moving on in fits
Always seemingly held back
I’ve taken too much freight
There’s no way I can manage focus and this weight
The sky above is alive with flying clouds of color
Some might say I’m biased, but Autumn bests the Summer
Nothing holds a greater beauty
The poetry and despair of slumber’s colors blooming
Soon will come the cold
For now I’m basking in the warmth of orange, red, yellow bold
Truth told, we’re much like kin
Standing out the most before the fall takes us again
We then must start anew
Budding even after spending most the year subdued
Muted grays and tired browns
Waiting for the warmth to come and bring life to the boughs
Letters pour onto the page
Sometimes complex, simple, lame
Genuine none the less
I was never trained
My structure is a mess
I’m relentless
That’s what sees me through
My lines are like a tempest
The endless, howling doom
It leaves my surface bare
Nothing remains hidden once the wind has said its share
I’m careless in the face of open judgement
If you can’t stand this misery, go find what you call “substance”
Nothing seems to come on slow
Suddenly, most things go
Coming out of shadows
How can so much surprise lay in waters shallow?
Callow in the ways
I drift through murky waters I can’t navigate
I never stray to shore
Land doesn’t carry
The current moves me forward
Sure, there’s less control
Life on this dark river takes the burden off your soul
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