billysands (billysands) wrote in atrophicthought, @ 2008-12-03 23:38:00 |
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Current mood: | drunk |
Current music: | happy? |
A place to allow anyone to post anything that randomly passes through their heads
i often wonder about the nature of reality..i wonder if like that buddist
line i am merely a butterfly having a really really strange dream..but i think thats wishfull thinking
i want it to be someone else's life a dream a nightmare..because i dont like my life much
its old and worn out its a disappointment an embarrasment,
i wish it were just some phantom staring out from a screen
walking floating about in the wind and snow..
people stare at me they scowl, if they are real,
if i'm not imagining it
my existance meets with their disapproval
especially after a few drinks when i sing too loud
i'm aqualung
mothers grab their children
young women scowl at me as if they know what i'm thinking without me saying a word
so i try not to look at anyone..
i wish i WAS a butterfly having a very strange dream
then i wouldnt have to worry about the rent
and my harddrive
and that strange noise the refrigerator keeps making
my thoughts are not poems
they are cries they are moans..
reminding me how disappointing it all is
iF i were a butterfly i would not have to say i'm sorry for any of it..
if its not real will you please wake me up?
i dont use my own words because they are too painfull
they hurt
my life is not a poem
my thoughts are not poetry
they are cries they are moans they are screams
i'd rather listen to my i pod and drink lucid..