The threat and promise of tomorrow,
Glazed joy and honeyed sorrow —
It is never guaranteed.

Gold
Won't shine
In darkness.

Wayward humanity,
The many,
Inherently destructive.
Victory to hardship,
There's no pausing golden ages —
In time it ruins
Every happily ever after,
Forging new prosperity
For the few.

We closed the lids ourselves,
And moved our lives
Inside the honeypot.

Cosmic joke,
Punishment, or lesson?
Animated figurines —
Confined spirits,
Trapped in broken flesh.

Past the point of no return —
Locking out the world,
Plugging up the keyholes.

Comfort hikes through bullshit valley,
Singing with the echo well —
Our paths, our fates may be declining,
Though by our moods,
Not a soul could not tell.

Exercising loneliness
To counter
The social disease —
There will be nothing out there for me,
So long there's not enough
Within myself
To satisfy my needs.

Existing parallel
The neglected peripheral,
Racing the light,
Each step is a consequence sown —
Look up and see
The shadow of this world.
Then look around and see our own.

Bloodlines eating their own tails,
Hereditary carousels —
Even into death,
We follow.

I'm not a number —
I just have a bunch
To know my by,
To call me by,
To find me by,
To weigh me by,
To judge me by,
Select me by,
Avoid me by,
To calculate my net worth by.
I'm free,
Like a tracked pidgin
In the radared sky.

A self destructive habit,
No thought without an edit —
Dulling true colors
To match a softer blend.

Words eroded through the ages —
If you believe it is, or ever was
The voice of your maker,
You don't understand
How scripture works.

Accountable? Sure.
Responsible? No way.
The glass is half full,
Pass the bottle.
Don't preach how to adult —
I'll be okay.

I'm ranting, but know
I'm too young to become what I fear
— one more angry old man —
But man, it is hard to stay zen,
To stay mute,
When the few things you've learned
To hold meaning in life
Are on fire.

Screaming headlines, talking heads,
Building up the next big bad —
Pay attention to the things
Left unsaid.

Such obvious deception,
It works, but how could it?
Pay to prove that you are you,
So we can sell you to the world?
Are we that gullible?
Apparently.

Revolution
Screams for movement —
Punch the sky
To pierce the status quo.

Memories of you,
Out of sight, outlined
Behind cracked milkglass.
The warmth that was you,
Wasted
In time we spent apart.

Sunken streets,
Watery moon.
This heart still bleeds,
These tears still flow,
Just not for you —
Not now, nor evermore.