Actually, I'm quite fine.
And I am RUNNING like the wind
and never looking back, again.

Usually I relish a weekend alone.
But not today; not now.
Not when my face is rubbed in the reality
of all things diminishing.

We bend each other out of shape.

Never understood what you saw as mistakes.

Waves

It's a strange thing to separate yourself and see things for what they are.
Objectively, you notice the ebb and flow of life and relationships.
Decent attempts to carry out human actions become misconstrued,
and the bold black line is drawn heavy in the sand.
Which side is mine, and which is yours?
Am I the sea, scary and unsettling?
Or do I stand opposite the waves, staring into my destiny?

This life is metaphysical
And on the one side, on the one side
The bad half live in wickedness
And on the other side, on the other side
The good half live in arrogance
And there's a steep slope
With a short rope
This life is metaphysical
And there's a steady flow
Moving to and fro

Oh, look you've earned your wings
Are you an angel, now
Or a vulture
Constantly hovering over
Waiting for a big mistake

Oh, my God, what have I done?
Oh, my God, what have I done?

Wouldn't you love to be
On the cover of a magazine?
Healthy skin, perfect teeth
Designed to hide what lies beneath

I feel the darkness growing stronger
As you cram life down my throat
How does that work out for you
In your holy quest to be above reproach?