Sometimes it’s the crying and the screaming of it all
The only sign that I can even care anymore
I know it’s what you make of it
I know life isn’t fair
I know it could be worse, I was already there
Already took the drug
Already hit the bottom
Brought so many down with me, but they aren’t getting up
Sometimes it’s the lost sleep and the shame of it all
The only sign that I can even dream anymore
There’s so much going on in this global community
So much information that even more goes unseen
Take what you can glean and hope you have the facts
I can guarantee the big pictures not intact
Lacking all direction, thoughts pile and collide
You try to take a moment, but there’s no place left to hide
The information highway is a twisted autobahn
No sign of a turn off, no place to gather thoughts
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