Dead Dying

So I wake up and take off the blankets I lie in

throw on the clothes that I die in

hide from the air so I don't have to feel the fear

inside cos I barely hear the real nature

 

brush my teeth to clean off my experiences

don't want to feel like I remember all the inches I've done

Eat my breakfast alone, cold with no one

to share my ideas with the damn milk tastes so bare

 

sober I hop in my bomb put on my Ipod

so I don't have to hear anyone

An aural barrier from the real matter that matters

I drive my car to get past everyone else

 

drive myself my way through so many places

and faces without having to communicate

getting frustrated as I have to wait at the gate light

sitting listening to my music dying

 

not wanting to look sideways incase I catch eyes and share pain

happy in my lame, rain, life proof vessel

without interaction, nothing real happening (rejection)

and the tech only gets better to stop sound travelling

 

move on to the next block of dead rock

always listening to what not my heart wants

surrounded by reconstituted dead nature

in the form of structures, not sure if

 

this is humanity, reality , a parody?

I can't handle g We so separated

so we set systems to segregate us

I'm so aggravated I can't take this being disconnected

 

from the earth we were birthed from

feeling like I was cursed till I heard

the words that were formed from tributes

to this beautiful land that we stand on

 

its like we've forgotten we all come from

the same place made from the same things

attracted to each other for different reasons

we eat, we grow, we speak, we know

 

everyone in life is us so let go

fuck cars, fuck bars, fuck jobs, fuck boss

fuck clothes, fuck those rules that we follow

 

fucking live your life and feel the real

real life you live live and realise this is real nice

not quite paradise but what you make it