Hurt

Sometimes I am overwhelmed by this hurt deep inside.
It slowly finds its way to my throat where it deadens my voice to silence.
Pained I sink into a mire of swirling sympathy entwined with death.
Our earth is gone. Our earth is gone. Our earth is gone.

Walking along the beauteous beach...TIRE!
Our landscapes have been corrupted by ridiculous shit.
Our lifestyle is that to consume conSUME CONSUME

What the fuck is anyone to do.
I love.
I love people. I love the world.
But then
it hurts.
It hurts to really love.
To really care.

So I am gone in a myriad of dreams.
I feel the present, past, and future in one breath.
I feel vices, freedom, and compromise flowing.
All flowing together in one dream.
This dream is of life.
Life hurts
but only because I love
but only because I care.

So sometimes
I don't want to care
I just want to sit in the mire
Sing melodies of dishonor and despair.

So away we go to life.
I really want to fly away.
My body rising on air
Floating away from all this
This is
Yes
It is

So I go
I go
I
stop
I sit
I sit stopped
Struck by thought
Struck by theory
Struck by philosophy
Struck by life

So I stop sitting
So I sit
So I go
So I go and run
I run
I run
I run

I fly