Buffy
This is ludicrous speed
What's here and now and intended to be clear to the senses passes as a blur
Obsession: desire
Desire: obsession
I know the answer inside is fighting the image of beauty and security
I can hear it gnawing at my consciousness in the background
Groveling, unnerving, yet deaf to Nonsensical ears
I fear why I desire
I understand how this all works and yet I'm still fixated
Saturday nights are just the start, a day or two into the week and I'm half way back
By the time
I get home I'm back there again
I am completely aware and yet somehow I'm forced to the margins
Bench warming and there seems little chance of me getting out alive
A person no more
I watch and I watch
Absurd recap
A person no more and it feels so good it hurts
I watch again, recapitulation, worn down
This is not where I want to be unfamiliar mirrors
I wonder what has become of my life
The gaps in our lives seem to be so easily replenished with the products of our imagination, allowing ourselves
To believe that the touched-up digital images of perfection are real and set the standard for beauty and truth within ourselves
But such things tend to leave a person more lonely than she was to start with as
The Bombardment of these images through entertainment and advertisements remove us even more from the rawness of life
What's here and now and intended to be clear to the senses passes as a blur
Obsession: desire
Desire: obsession
I know the answer inside is fighting the image of beauty and security
I can hear it gnawing at my consciousness in the background
Groveling, unnerving, yet deaf to Nonsensical ears
I fear why I desire
I understand how this all works and yet I'm still fixated
Saturday nights are just the start, a day or two into the week and I'm half way back
By the time
I get home I'm back there again
I am completely aware and yet somehow I'm forced to the margins
Bench warming and there seems little chance of me getting out alive
A person no more
I watch and I watch
Absurd recap
A person no more and it feels so good it hurts
I watch again, recapitulation, worn down
This is not where I want to be unfamiliar mirrors
I wonder what has become of my life
The gaps in our lives seem to be so easily replenished with the products of our imagination, allowing ourselves
To believe that the touched-up digital images of perfection are real and set the standard for beauty and truth within ourselves
But such things tend to leave a person more lonely than she was to start with as
The Bombardment of these images through entertainment and advertisements remove us even more from the rawness of life
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Writer(s): Theodore Patterson, David Witte, Michael Olender, John Adubato
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