A Kind of Spiritual Bliss
Some of us were born too late
some of us are prone to make mistakes
but on which side of the bed
do you rest your bleeding conscience?
Did you rise with a brilliant sunrise
or dive under the covers
as this claustrophobic world smothers?
a partner nowhere to be seen
Just another unrequited dream
can never meet the means
always going to extremes
strangeness radiates off of me
Striking a nerve
hitting too close to home
straight to the bone
now leave me alone
Always changing points of view
too focused on inconsequential moments
no matter what is said or done
spirals into another lament
Maybe it is time to run
blindly trying to outrace the sun
burning radioactive holes into everyone
but nobody ever seems to really notice
Trying to sort through all of this
feeling like I've only just missed
some epic enlightening moment
of a kind of spiritual bliss
Everything is quite random
the stars in these eyes
too deep to fathom
yet attempting another go
It is all I've ever known
have to willingly experience
not be led by the hand and shown
getting by on subtle hints
Being pushed in one direction
molded to be some eventuality
that might not be the right path for me
just wait it out and believe
mathiasthom
written 2/24/11
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