liarsenic

hmmmm...sometimes i look out my window and realise there is something so much bigger and intense than what my naked eye can see...i'll never know the majority of it or even one speck of the people that live out their days in that great unknown...its funny...but today was happy but that feeling has faded fast in time to the train wheels rolling over the rusted tracks near my home...its funny i guess...or at least thats what i'll keep singing inside my head to the marching band of thoughts i've marshalled to keep me sane...i work with the internet all day sending things back and forth to people...but i'll probably never meet half of them in person...and those i do, will we really be those characters of perfection we portray in cyberspace? a play within a play...actors acting out actors...a lie speaking another lie...to what end does all this illusion serve? perhaps i think too much and the positive attitude that has held sway is finally being called into question...

or maybe i'll wake up tomorrow to another sun, another beginning and another song born out of all this self reflection

maybe...

But please remember me
My misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain
And chasing trains
The colored birds above
They're running in circles
Round the well
And where it spells
On the wall behind Saint Peter
So bright on cinder-gray
In spray paint
"Who the hell can see forever?