(0373) sand castles

focused inward with a reasonable intent.. when nothing comes out of loss.
when a few brief seconds change the way in which you see..
and it's not my right to be so disappointed..
when it's something i refuse.

but in the end, it doesn't matter where you've been.
we're all the same. little insects obsessed with fame.

i was looking for my keys the other day when a memory made me reminisce.

why can't i experience that again? why must i be taunted? is it deluded in my head?

i hate that time goes by without regard to man.
oh well.
maybe in time, we'll build something with all that sand.

(0372) on the table

the indifferent hold to apathy. they say it all blends together just the same. most directions lead to nowhere. everyone else is all to blame. you wake up in the morning... while other people are going to sleep. you can't decide what you want for breakfast... while others can't even afford to eat. but the television screen tells you what to believe - a delusion of security. lost in our thoughts and fantasies, only devolution becomes a certainty.

as for the condensation, it's making it hard to see. there's still time to focus, but we're running out of time to breathe. and the silence only stalls while the dreams only get more scary and surreal. i subscribe to a dead man's philosophy. he makes you forget what it means to feel. we're in a haze past the golden age. the faster we move, the worse it gets. no one knows their identity, and their money is backed up by nothing but debt.

the lights just blink for no reason. our ability to reason is gone. every time we think we have all the answers, they all turn out to be wrong. a million identical products, and we think we are so unique. every new thought process is just another flavor of the week, and the information age is like the black plague. overloaded on empty desires, the instant we lose our connection, our brains are like cigarettes with no lighters.

now, i've placed my memory on the table. the emotion is much too great. we're surrounded by all this apathy, and the monotony is hard to break. there are sirens in the background, and there's a train making us sit and wait. a passing, scant reminder that we're all up against time and fate. come rain or shine, she will be mine. the sky is a sea of blue. existence is blurred. my thoughts are absurd, but everything has changed now that i'm with you.