1950 All Over Again
Wondering why
this spirit seems defeated
whatever happened to
everything I used to believe in?
How I let the weakest characters
walk all over me
all the troubles of the world
stemming from these willing hands
Made a promise
intended to keep it
maybe that is the reason
this awkwardness fits
like a second skin,
waiting for this life
to finally begin
Introverted and with good cause
don't need to be
the center of attention
just living for applause
following my own design
stepping away from the path
in touch with emotions
clinging to a raft
like innocence,
all the way to wrath
Counting the days
have nothing to say
lost at the screen
or a forgotten dream
that dissipates
upon awakening
sure that this heart
is positively breaking
viewing a picture
of a far away friend
never actually met
except through the Internet
want to walk through the back ways
travel to out of the way places
where no one knows this name
lost in a sea of bobbing faces
ignored all the same
or in some decrepit warehouse room
painting some canvas
high on the fumes,
like it is 1950
all over again
mathiasthom
written 11/30/10
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