I’m a blind man,
trying to feel my way
around this system.
I’m lost in intricate
theatricals.
I don’t understand
the symbols or their meaning,
can’t shake the feeling,
this isn’t going to end well.
I tried to take apart a person,
just to see how they worked
on the inside,
but it can be a touchy operation;
turns out we’re all the same,
once you put the skin aside.
I guess
we’re not
so special in the flesh.
I’m trying to figure out
what makes us so different.
There’s something
I’m missing,
I hear the punchline,
but miss the joke,
so I’m laughing right along
with the words
they say you spoke.
I’ve read the prophets
and the pilgrims,
Dali Lamas,
ancient texts
and everybody speaks of death,
but no one knows just what will happen next.
What the actual fuck
is going on here?
The hate is orchestrated,
there’s too much to be so raw
and it’s based on those
manipulated images you saw.
Someone is fucking with the system,
bending it towards their cause.
The end is near
and only by our own designs
will we escape the fall.
I’ve got a joke,
stop me if you’ve heard this one;
Two men walk into a bar,
one with a knife,
one with a gun.
The man with the knife orders up
the most expensive drink,
the other man shoots him and says;
“I’ll have what he’s having!”
and then he shoots the bartender
and then he shoots himself
and the bar burns to the ground
in a spectacular inferno.
These are the same games
that we’re playing every day.
I can’t see the reason behind it,
it just seems insane.
Murder the world
and what do you gain?
It’s like killing yourself
to get to that extra special place.
I’m more confused than ever.
I hope that you forgive my mind,
for dragging you in with me,
down this crazy, dangerous slide.
I’m not always this unstable,
sometimes I am so much more,
but I just can’t help by wonder
what the future has in store.
I will bear my witness.
I will ask God, “Why?”
and I will get the answers
when I die.
If I get them before,
you’ll know I’ve gone crazy.
HG – 2016
