Creek Rock

Every day I wake up in an empty bed
And get dressed
And eat something
Not because I want to
But because my body needs nutrition

And even though I'm smiling

My nails are still bleeding
My mind is still careening
I can hear someone screaming
The signs that I'm reading
Don't tell a very good story

If only I were still dreaming

Even the best actor can't factor these things
When under the pressure this situation brings

If they don't fix this ride soon
Somebody could get hurt

I'm swimming in deep waters
Something everyone enjoys

Look out the window
And watch the clouds speed by
Seasons change but people don't

Even when I'm at my best
My clouds are still moving too fast
Cry a little louder if you're still watching them too

How much more will I lose
Looking for what I've already lost
Somewhere where I'll never find it

All I carry with me
Are the things I wish I could lose
My arms full of triangles and holes

Even in shallow waters
I'm still trying to forget
Always trying to forget

Trying to forget those four dots and the gateway to hell
How old wounds can open
And those less fortunate would become one step closer to freedom
How the ones who fear the brilliance of darkness
Search for reasons to stay put
And none present themselves, as the game was rigged from the start
How the shadows tie them down in bed, but they still cannot sleep
Heads in concrete and water rising
The static grows louder
Their desire to scream is drowned out by the lack of energy
Like white paint on a white canvas
Their Dreams fade and their Fantasies dull
Empty

But they are doing just fine