We all get caught in the lie
That we inject our brains
To prevent internal nihilism
We all get caught in the lie
That we inject our brains
To prevent internal nihilism
We’ve grown suspicious brittle-spirit trauma
Actors thriving in face-contorting drama
As all truth
But it’s my fault
As always
While you’re still here…
These things take a while
Like wounds to scabs waiting to subside
underestimated getting over it
is a thought always unearthed
By this feeling hounding me
I am just one lost sleep away from succeeding To push on and keep on digging Never mind what I am looking for I found it in you Eddie Vedder singing with his uke About […]