Alas, we put stock and hope into a coming day
and week and month and things further away
we find ourselves striving towards a better tomorrow
only to realize we've lost all that time borrowed
tried making a plan to get to a higher point of view
only to fall faster into failure, but that’s nothing new
and, as my short comings grow taller as time goes on
my problems are magnified by forces as strong
faith is amazing in its power to heal
itself, not you, for faith is just wanting what isn't real
we manage to believe in ourselves again after time
and fill balloons of hope with dreams of the devine
but that faith is deflated when needles rain
and the most recent day becomes a memory stain
sometimes i want out of this downward cycle life
to escape the back and forth mental strife
leave this world of water and never look back
go somewhere of solids, of white and black
enough of this faith in the cycle uplifting
just realize the ocean of gray through which we are drifting
2 comments:
Just your friendly optimism spewer...
Think about human progress, just like an economic graph; though it perpetually has its ups and downs, the gradual trend is always upwards. Look at the realization of human potential over the course of known civilization, the exposition of knowledge and introduction of reason coupled by faith in just that. Without faith, progress would never break the inevitable boundaries of perceived limitation, and we would be doomed to a world of hopelessness. Thank God that isn't the case though... evidenced again by the medium through which you wrote this poem and the history which has guided it from genesis.
Pessimize that, biatch!
post something new... bitch!
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