White sadness

The thing about thoughts; they are elusive
As soon as you get one it leaves.
Ideas drift and blankness sets in
Then, we think.

The thing about life is; it sucks
not the good kind that makes you grind and spill happy juices.
Life drains and makes you dizzy from all the circles it ran around you
Yet, we cling.

The thing about dreams; you wake up
A harsh reality strangles you while you wade the waters gasping.
We fight to make them the reality, the possibility, the object of faith
Then, you fail.

The thing about religion is; it lies
Telling you about brightness after a bitter life, never proven never tried.
Teaching non-tolerance and dictating hate,in the name of sameness, oneness
But, never God

The thing about this is; it's simplistic
It speaks of things without total examination, regarding only my opinion.
But at the end of it nothing else matters except my thoughts of this life, my sight, my fight
Until, I die.