Drowning, the air escapes my lungs in the atmosphere.
Numb, the sensations of relations aren’t even there.
Alone, 7 billion people surround me but I’m the only one here.
In my own world, where I’m in no one’s care.
Is it fair? No. Sad? Yes, but a sadness I choose.
Bestowed upon me like a consolation to those who lose,
I say choose because ultimately we all have a choice.
Life is expendable like any Royce.
Precious but not everlasting.
We all hunger for happiness, as though we’re fasting,
For freedom, but ultimately we contradict,
At every turn we conflict,
Like polar opposites that don’t attract.
Stuck at a distance from your goal with your consciousness intact.
No possible step forward, only 3 back.
Your grasp on life so slack.
No hacks cheats or shortcuts,
Every moment as deplorable as the other.
The knife isn’t the only thing that cuts ,
Ironically, so does the promise never to hurt you by your lover.
Words we release into the world that never return.
At that point I guess you learn,
Life isn’t as easy as you thought.
If only everything you needed could be bought.
But when you buy everything that’s right, what’s left?
Nothing I guess but I’m sure you’ll even buy your death.


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