SHADES

SHADES

Everything is fuzzy in the distant horizon
but maybe it should be that way with blind eyes on........
the only glasses I need are my sunglasses
not to look cool or to look bad-ass or help my eyesight
I just can't stand the light

Reality seems to be a recurring theme
which constantly contradicts itself
I'm not here to tell you what is real
there are plenty of chemicals available for that
just sit your ass of thought down tight for the mustard gas of insight

I never said that there was a god
What it is is incomprehensible
All that I am is an unfinished syllable diminished
within a blood stain painted within a fading stencil
unable to explain it with paper and a pencil

There is no one and nothing waiting for you upstairs
And nobody cares