StarMan

Is all this nothing
But my disturbed mind's conjecture

See

I fail to understand
The ways things work
Here
And every time I try
Hard
To understand their words
I only get hurt and feel even more
Lost

The freedom disguised
Binarity of Choice
The seven billion voices
Each one of them
Strangely sounding
The same simplistic rhythm
The sun
The moon
The trees
The waves
The clear summer sky
The set scenery
For the eternal act
Of love and hatred
Of faith and despair
Of light and darkness
Of life and death
Presents me on a stage I do not
Comprehend
I don't want to live
And I'm not sure anymore
About ending my life
Either darkness or light
Resides inside
My thoughts remain
Unchanged
I know it's all in vain
To live
And hope
For a better day
But then death halts my train
Of thoughts of suicide and reconciles
My soul with the vessel
That is supposedly mine
And we return
To verse one
To once more to play our part

I wish to run
Far
Far
Far away
Cross the cosmos
Happily skipping from star to star
Until I can see
With my own eyes
The third choice

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Suicides overrated.
Real daemons will try to grab you and bring you to a place. It's f*****g scary.
It's probably very very unlikely that out of all those billions, one is the complete misfit.
I think it's hard to understand the human protocols but not impossible; hard to remember and act but not impossible; The rest are just faking it anyway...better at faking it.
I used to look to the stars and want to go home too

The pain and confusion and anxiety drip from this.