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Sailing or Sinking?
Clearing out my conscious seems impossible tonight
so I feign diversion for relief
All these feelings and theories of mine
seem worthless in the grand scheme
Wondering if I belong because I view this world in different hues
and most will remain blind as I struggle to find any use
Ignorance holds no candle to an enlightened soul
but still we drug ourselves and become dumbed down
Starlight eyes and an elusive mind
Hoping something might numb my brain
and remove this double-edged curse from me
Six sides of a metaphor and it maintains more substance than I do
We all fall short under the weight of innumerable excuses
for why we allow our failures to be our voices
Cosmic and curious, the colors are deafening and I find sound overwhelming
Gazing into the unknown again in search of discovery,
but afraid of the things living inside me
Seeing is believing but my vision’s cloudy
and my sight is best earned through experience or grief
Focused on following out our ending
Unsure why our choices fail to mirror our intent
when we’ve neglect to decide upon it
Complacency is death to me, but so is floating devoid of purpose
So, still I try to fill the empty spaces in my life
and bridge the divisions in my mind
Caught up in chasing all the things I cannot understand yet
Have I lost my way again or is this loneliness a side-effect
of wandering farther than most will tread
so I feign diversion for relief
All these feelings and theories of mine
seem worthless in the grand scheme
Wondering if I belong because I view this world in different hues
and most will remain blind as I struggle to find any use
Ignorance holds no candle to an enlightened soul
but still we drug ourselves and become dumbed down
Starlight eyes and an elusive mind
Hoping something might numb my brain
and remove this double-edged curse from me
Six sides of a metaphor and it maintains more substance than I do
We all fall short under the weight of innumerable excuses
for why we allow our failures to be our voices
Cosmic and curious, the colors are deafening and I find sound overwhelming
Gazing into the unknown again in search of discovery,
but afraid of the things living inside me
Seeing is believing but my vision’s cloudy
and my sight is best earned through experience or grief
Focused on following out our ending
Unsure why our choices fail to mirror our intent
when we’ve neglect to decide upon it
Complacency is death to me, but so is floating devoid of purpose
So, still I try to fill the empty spaces in my life
and bridge the divisions in my mind
Caught up in chasing all the things I cannot understand yet
Have I lost my way again or is this loneliness a side-effect
of wandering farther than most will tread
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