Elbows on my knees, face in my hands.

Elbows on my knees,

and my face in my hands

Do colors pop into your mind when you close your eyes?

I see yellow.

And I don't know what it means.

All I can do

is watch the needles fly from the trees

and litter the ground like syringes on the street

If the grass is a foot tall

are you worried it will catch up with you?

We're scared when we can't see

and we're seemingly as blind as ever.

So what does it mean?

what does it mean?

--

We're given just enough of an education

to know that we really know nothing.

about who we are, 

and why are decision are made that way

by sub-atomic particles,

random in their actions.

I don't want to be swerving in a chaotic mess.

And I don't want to be tied down by the uncertain.

If truth could be attained

I'd gladly give my life

If all we can really hold onto 

is the hole for our plug

why are we so cautious?

--

To us,

life is as random as ever

and truth is just as far gone

I'm too impatient

to wait for those who control our lives

to tell us what to do next.

And I'm too lazy to do it myself.

Welcome to the 21st century,

I guess.

The End

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