Saturday, June 7, 2008

running through the streets like we're heading out of style.

we throw rocks at windows we do not wish to break, and cry over broken pieces we do not plan to mend. we spin in circles, searching for an answer to a question we never asked but demanded results from. we inquire about things that do not change, yet remain ignorant to things begging for reform. we step out of the way of flowing disappointment and allow the waves to crash over others, yet push constantly against walls of integrity and positivity. we color outside of the lines and wonder where our silver sign of brighter days has gone. we have umbrella's for sunny days and dance through rainfall.

my father always said that the world is heading to hell in a hand basket, but i always thought it was simply off it's axis. see, the blood is rushing to our heads. we're not thinking clearly, and all we need is for the clouds to clear and give us a moment's peace.

a moment's peace, and this could all be fixed. but humans are humans, and we strike the faces that always turn back to our needs.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I absolutely love this.