I May Never Know
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I want to do something
productive.
But everything has already been
produced.
By beautiful hands. By beautiful minds.
By arbitrary machines. By cold steel.
I'm looking for something real.
But your reality TV
Has never seemed real to me.
I mean, when did we start
worshiping a screen?
It's sick, and I just want to scream
As I'm choking on my dreams.
If only those factories
Could roll out happiness.
Nothing is special
When everything is made the same.
Maybe that's why I;m bored
when I'm sane.
I wish I could pray.
But there's no god looking my way.
I've tried that assembly line for
my mind.
But it bred more hate than I can take.
Then turns around to preach love.
Tell me, how is that not fake?
I think we're alone here.
So we better make
the best of it.
But I spend too much time
thinking.
All those seconds ticking by
Are carrying me away.
It doesn't matter how hard I try,
we grow older every day.
Every sunrise
Is another day without your eyes.
Every night is another round
in this losing fight.
It's because we glorify the past.
We damn the present.
And we flee into the future.
But that's not way to live,
The problem is, I don't know
what is anymore.