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different strokes
ever since the stroke
things have been a bit hazy
manifest desitiny goes out the window of forgetfulness
following close behind is hope and uncrushable spirit
but it is crushed anyway
and all the hope faded quickly
years have gone by
empty and scared like i can never grow up
everything moves so fast now
everything has hidden motives
everyone is greedy
everyone is cowardice
everyone is empty
used to be someone
used to be a Dad
used to be happy
used to be productive
used to be good
used to be blind
rebuild the loss unknown
something vague and helpful to have had
don't know what it is
no one can help
there is no support for me
the brain is an organ
until it is injured
then it is a burden to society
whose brain holds the ultimate injury?
a sickness unnamable and very much real and a true issue of import
unable to see itself
possessing a mind only to laugh at it's own painfull illness
destroying the world
from within us all
a little bit everyday
doomed
but it's all a trick
a distraction
so i can be more appreciative and easy
to heal
isn't easy
