Post by artolmaeus on Jun 6, 2022 21:49:28 GMT -6
sometimes from the void of the sea of all
washes up the anger of being and wanting
and somehow it lies to you in ways
ways that you surely know you missed the mark
and that mark starts running like a plastic rabbit
and you are one of many greyhounds chasing
the last one ever, because it runs, you must chase
to miss out is to miss it all
hey, there goes another one
oh there just are no more
and you just cannot last
but maybe you were just dropping a deuce
maybe you were just spinning and kicked the grass somewhere else
and you just watched it all go down
silly rabbit, it ain't real
sometimes, it is only the feelings you feel that are only your own
then, no one else feels what you feel, but you can call it anything you want
why not call it love
feeling it feels good
don't be fooled by the plastic rabbit
those feet ain't lucky
when the hunger just does not get taken care of
when no wants get fulfilled
maybe it was never what you need
maybe it never was love after all
and oh God knows how loud the noise can be
even if it only is in your ears
but your mouth speaks all the reasons
all the injustices, all the why's that it didn't
and how it goddamned should
none of it was ever yours
none of it was ever for you
you were never meant to have any of it
but you can see everyone else with it
I mean, yeah, they have it all don't they
at least that is how you might see it
and how you don't see it
at least not in your bowl,
no, no, not in your coffee cup
every drop is just bitter, oh lonely
and it torments the tongue
and it dries the throat
construct that castle
and build that moat
and wait for your beloved
to magically lower the drawbridge and have that there
you know, happily ever after
but it is such a fruitless fantasy
one had again and again
and it starts and it ends
and it begins again,
and you eat it up and you just can't get your fill
no, no, once you've had it
then, the next time it is going to be right
oh we are learning and growing
and ready still, to do it all again
chase that rabbit, eat it, fuck it, suck it high it
shit, even name it George if you must
then, sometimes, you get that story
the one you can't hear, the one just off the books
the one that does not happen the way it is supposed to be
it does not color in the lines
because there are no lines
no one is ever sure
you, you honey, ain't sure
you just ain't getting it
oh not like you want, need
ever, never, never, sever, severe, surreal surreptitious
out into the void of mountain valley
yeah yeah, you want that echo to come back, different, complete
all that you have is your capacity to do
all that you own is your willingness to help
all that you possess is you
and maybe you just do, do good
do something to help someone else
again and again and again
your expectation is a lie
your entitlement is a fib
a fair and compassionate world is an illusion
most people are cattle eating whatever is next to their shit
be the cow to knock down the fence
be the cow that stops being a cow
leave the herd, let the rabbit be
give someone else the gift you want for yourself
because you always had it
because you are the gift
neither giver or receiver
no dioramas, no dilemmas
you are the gift
oh it don't sound like much
but, the chase is a lie
no matter how fast you run
no matter how many times you try
washes up the anger of being and wanting
and somehow it lies to you in ways
ways that you surely know you missed the mark
and that mark starts running like a plastic rabbit
and you are one of many greyhounds chasing
the last one ever, because it runs, you must chase
to miss out is to miss it all
hey, there goes another one
oh there just are no more
and you just cannot last
but maybe you were just dropping a deuce
maybe you were just spinning and kicked the grass somewhere else
and you just watched it all go down
silly rabbit, it ain't real
sometimes, it is only the feelings you feel that are only your own
then, no one else feels what you feel, but you can call it anything you want
why not call it love
feeling it feels good
don't be fooled by the plastic rabbit
those feet ain't lucky
when the hunger just does not get taken care of
when no wants get fulfilled
maybe it was never what you need
maybe it never was love after all
and oh God knows how loud the noise can be
even if it only is in your ears
but your mouth speaks all the reasons
all the injustices, all the why's that it didn't
and how it goddamned should
none of it was ever yours
none of it was ever for you
you were never meant to have any of it
but you can see everyone else with it
I mean, yeah, they have it all don't they
at least that is how you might see it
and how you don't see it
at least not in your bowl,
no, no, not in your coffee cup
every drop is just bitter, oh lonely
and it torments the tongue
and it dries the throat
construct that castle
and build that moat
and wait for your beloved
to magically lower the drawbridge and have that there
you know, happily ever after
but it is such a fruitless fantasy
one had again and again
and it starts and it ends
and it begins again,
and you eat it up and you just can't get your fill
no, no, once you've had it
then, the next time it is going to be right
oh we are learning and growing
and ready still, to do it all again
chase that rabbit, eat it, fuck it, suck it high it
shit, even name it George if you must
then, sometimes, you get that story
the one you can't hear, the one just off the books
the one that does not happen the way it is supposed to be
it does not color in the lines
because there are no lines
no one is ever sure
you, you honey, ain't sure
you just ain't getting it
oh not like you want, need
ever, never, never, sever, severe, surreal surreptitious
out into the void of mountain valley
yeah yeah, you want that echo to come back, different, complete
all that you have is your capacity to do
all that you own is your willingness to help
all that you possess is you
and maybe you just do, do good
do something to help someone else
again and again and again
your expectation is a lie
your entitlement is a fib
a fair and compassionate world is an illusion
most people are cattle eating whatever is next to their shit
be the cow to knock down the fence
be the cow that stops being a cow
leave the herd, let the rabbit be
give someone else the gift you want for yourself
because you always had it
because you are the gift
neither giver or receiver
no dioramas, no dilemmas
you are the gift
oh it don't sound like much
but, the chase is a lie
no matter how fast you run
no matter how many times you try
