Losing My Religion
I wish that I could write to you
of flowery fields and morning dew;
of lush, green grass and skies of blue,
that's usually what I try to do.
But on the forefront of my mind
is a forest of unkind—
that's crowding up the canopy,
and clouding up my sky.
For my sanity, I fight,
as I try to find a different way;
caught in a constant cognitive chase
to keep the dissonance at bay.
And I've been wishin' it away,
trying to cope with these emotions;
like a fish without its gills,
I'm down I'm drowning in the ocean.
What was supposed to be devotion
became open-heart surgery,
when a piece of my soul was stolen
in a broken-heart burglary.
Left in the infirmary—
stuck in a state of purgatory;
you've probably heard the story
a thousand times before.
...but wait, there's more
I'm on the path to recovery,
but I'm moving rather slow;
basking in the summer heat,
like a turtle in the road.
Cocked & shell shocked—
I'm a total overload;
toting so much baggage,
you would have thought I was a bellhop.
My self-taught, coping mechanisms
contain copious amounts of pessimism,
which I inflict upon my audience
until there's no one left to listen.
I'm making a key decision
to escape this prison in which I lay;
to find a better way of livin'
and see the light of another day.
But I'm losing my religion,
as I strive to find my faith,
'cause believing in myself
has reduced me to a wraith.