Some thoughts on the triviality of the modern american existence

Does all life come down so base?

Are we so starry-eyed as to not see the horror in front of us?

Are our guts so fat so that we can not see our own two feet?

Our feet, that which moves us along on a path

A path, please choose, please

Any will suffice, just let us go somewhere

Somewhere, anywhere, let us move along past this chapter

The world is in front of us with wide arms

Waiting to embrace us

But maybe all life is just this perverted love?

Just the next big thing?

Just these trivialities?

Please, don't let it be so

Haven't been able to post in a while, I got locked out of my account and just got back on! But here is some of the things I have been writing.

Words

My brain is too scattered

My mind is too wild

My thoughts have been spread across the sky like stars

and there isn’t a black hole strong enough too suck them in

There is no simile to describe my joy

There isn’t a metaphor that can show the sorrow I hold

words are too young

Then to put your soul in a gallery

On display, printed, on paper

to be judged, condemned, praised, celebrated

Who are we?

tiny humans

insignificant specks

no words can hold us