E.A Rumfield
10-05-2012, 05:34 PM
I couldn't be any lower than I am now
not if I was in my own grave,
at least then I would be at peace.
Such a senseless nothingness
complete and profound emptiness.
I saw a worm today, crawling on the concrete.
It looked like it was trying to crawl
out of its skin, trying to make the grass.
Hopelessly so, going in the wrong direction
I flicked my cigarette to the curb and thought
I hope it gets where it is trying to go.
I am much like that worm,
I don't know where that grass is anymore
I forgot what it looks like.
Confused myself, turned myself around
with LOGIC.
What a dirty word. Hiding behind intellect
because I can't face life as is.
I blame other people, I blame the world
but fail to see it is all of my creation.
All the beauty, all the sorrow
all of my manifestation.
This disconnect between
WHO I AM and WHO I THINK I AM
needs to be reconciled.
Until then I am drowning
in a choppy sea
of my own creation
and nothing
can be lower than that.
not if I was in my own grave,
at least then I would be at peace.
Such a senseless nothingness
complete and profound emptiness.
I saw a worm today, crawling on the concrete.
It looked like it was trying to crawl
out of its skin, trying to make the grass.
Hopelessly so, going in the wrong direction
I flicked my cigarette to the curb and thought
I hope it gets where it is trying to go.
I am much like that worm,
I don't know where that grass is anymore
I forgot what it looks like.
Confused myself, turned myself around
with LOGIC.
What a dirty word. Hiding behind intellect
because I can't face life as is.
I blame other people, I blame the world
but fail to see it is all of my creation.
All the beauty, all the sorrow
all of my manifestation.
This disconnect between
WHO I AM and WHO I THINK I AM
needs to be reconciled.
Until then I am drowning
in a choppy sea
of my own creation
and nothing
can be lower than that.