Voices

Alongside the voices inside of my head, I sit here on my cold and empty bed. "Silly" thoughts of disregard, it's heavier than butter and thicker than lard. It weighs me down from head to toe. A overwhelming feeling, a powerful blow. Alongside these voices in my head, I still have tons of water I have to tread. Obstacles set in every path, just count the hours and do the math. Like promiscuous women going from one man to a next, my thoughts never seem to settle in just one nest. My mind switches back and forth, I can't think straight. All I feel is remorse, a sign of happiness is known as bait. I wonder if my happiness is even real, or an illusion that's set to kill. Does it even exist? Or is it just talk, the same old gist? Is anything as it ever seems? Is this world a competition where we all pick teams? Competing with all of our filthy lies, cheating and tricking as we try to find needy ties. Why does everyone have to fight? Why can't we all just wish eachother goodnight?