Never enough time
too much time to kill
Never enough quiet
too much silence to fill
Never enough money
too many pennies to count
Never enough dreams
too many dreams to doubt
You never try hard enough
you bit off more than you could chew
I wish I had what they did
They want as much as you
Strive for the most
fall to the ground
get what you want
Its not quite enough
like fire,
it turns reason to ash
like water,
it drowns the concious
like wind,
it sweeps away question
like earth,
no moral can stand in its way
like fire,
it burns inside us
like water,
it flows unstoppable
like wind,
harmless until it strikes
like earth,
it craves cultivating
the all encompassing element.
A strange thing to be
everywhere and no where
odd that something can fill our minds
yet slip through our fingers
to say it was worthless
would be irony itself
yet the temptation remains to discredit
If it were to disappear, then what?
would we still face the world and all it brings?
would there be anything to face?
Like air, we need it
yet it still holds us back
We curse it, and love it
give it and take it
all because we empower it
we feed the very essence
of what holds us most captive
an endless cycle of theory.
To kill with passion is justified
To kill with reason is excused
but with neither, then what?
To kill in cold blood, without
To slaughter what could have been
What if everybody does it?
Is it still considered murder?
Maybe I’m crazy- take me away.
I should be locked up for what I’ve done:
I’ve killed it
Masacred
Struck down
Destroyed
There’s no way to take it back;
Make up for what I’ve done
Guilty as charged
I killed time.
