What good is it
I am not in it
Not in everything you say
Your not
In everything I do..
My mind is empty, my spirit dissolved
There's nothing left
Everything is new
Everything is old.
Like a sponge soak it up
Nothing to conflict
How's it feel padre
Who's the heretic?
All that's old is new again
The plan has never changed
What good is it to be like you?
To be as you are
To do as you do
In the world you have no glory
Nothing to articulate
Just the same old story
Spoon fed for the plate
What good is it
If I am's not in you?
The people seem to love it
I fear, without a clue
Turn aside after empty things
Which cannot profit nor deliver
Nothing is without you
With you is the quiver.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2024 03:53
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Comments3
Porn of hopelessness and regret I feel sadness here
Thanks. It's all open to interpretation!
Appears on the surface to observe a superficiality of societal norms and the lack of genuine glory or purpose in the prescribed roles and actions. There is a palpable frustration with the monotony and the futility of being "spoon-fed" stories and routines that lack substance or deliverance. But the change we see in ourselves- the you in me, may just be the turn around point for each individual whole and the world entire.
In that day...
There's your shape in the emptiness
There is a shape of you outside of my empty heart
When people see you, they say it looks like you
The shape that I don't understand is
Looks like an alien
Looks like a saint
It's like a god
It's like a devil
No one really knows
Each man must find his own salvation with fear and trembling.
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