How the hell does one do it? Age gracefully. How do you manage to spin and flow as you dive? As you die?
How do you make the best out of winter? How do you cook food and manage kids? Slap on a smile around your family? Pretend to listen to your friends? Sacrifice the time that you could be sitting underneath a tree all depressed, by hanging out with people that you don’t want to deal with?
How do you stand up tall and preach morality, and live a lie to yourself day after day? Get moving on coffee every morning so that you don’t fall asleep in the daylight? Make money and blow it all on retail therapy, games, watches, phones, vacations, cars, and expensive pets. On a box of pizza slathered with cheese and grease.
How do you chain smoke and not hurt your throat 24/7?
Don’t you ever get mad because the world is as is it right now?
Can you put on a colorful jacket on a rainy day and walk the grey, dark, cold streets without an umbrella just to feel alive? Or would you rather have tea parties with a bunch of freaks and have a good time. Would you be willing to lose it all over a bottle of wine. Would you lose your house and a car and walk the streets naked. Would you live to tell about it.
But I understood you when you did
Who am I
If I’m unwilling to go all the way
To bear all the risks that may come my way
To fall hard; to feel lost and confused
To lose everything
That I work hard to build, day after day
All coming crumbling down
Like an avalanche with no end
It’s what broken dreams are made of
Things that you did
It’s a subtle world
That can fragment like shattered glass;
It looks so beautiful from the outside
It’s this deception that hurts
Why isn’t it okay
To be broken
It’s you and me, and a whole bunch of nothing.
There’s a period of joy, there’s a period of battle, there’s a want for silence. There’s silence; there’s want for joys and even battles. There’s joys, there’s want for battles. There’s battles, there’s want for silence. There’s silence
There’s want for joys and even battles for god sakes.