did you ever wonder

is this all there ever is?

can we change our existence?
can we survive?

our lives are our television
voyeurism
capitalism
watch me
her me
see me
fuck me
leave me
i am naught but entertainment
fold me up
crumple me
change the channel

i'm only staring at the moonlight
looking for perspective
that which doesn't exist
perception
beauty
eyes
beholder

behold me
aspire to be me
i want you
to be the better me
i see him in the moon

he taunts me
happy
am i happy
can we all be happy
fake it baby
maybe
someday
somewhere
smile for the camera
lie to the public
find yourself in me
i am your stepping stone

questions

where are we going

did we ever make it to the end

or are we just spinning


life on the string
existence under the gun

the clock
ticks
slowly
closer
creeping
toward
the end

falling apart or coming together

What have we done?
So
little
time
left
Make it count




So many change

So
Little
Time

Would the me I thought I was
Like the me I became
Or was it all a mistake?


So. Many. Plans.

Twenty. Years. Wasted.

Smoke more pot.








The world is waiting





Pull
Your
Trigger