busting heads

More than hundred times a day we come up with excuses.

Convinced that everyone but self is wrong.
Convinced that everyone but self doesn't know.
Convinced that everyone but self is in the dark.

If in our head, we can create so many excuses,
if we can repeatedly motivate and forgive ourselves,
how do we miss to treat others equally and the same?

How do we miss the fact that the amount of hatred we have for ourselves
deliver itself to the eyes of others, through our words and action?
How do we miss that it can be as difficult or even more for others just like it is for us?
Perhaps in the exact opposite.

We claim that we know.
But we never really do.
That's our greatest talent of all.

Bust our heads,
making excuses.
Claiming righteous,
putting blame,
letting go responsibility.

Only by realising that life is temporary,
can these all be excused.
Don't you think?

]s$t[

let's do some role play

Fooling myself with fictions,
I truly long for conviction.

I lose myself as I take sides
it is my sin and mine only.
Setting up an identity worries me to no end,
I find the way to escape life is to deny path of destiny.

Aren't we all fighting for a cause?
But if reasons are justified, where will we end up in?
How do we explain the source of our sensibility?

Going on and on,
proving each other wrong.
Claiming your righteous, wicked soul
brings satisfaction.

Hemisphere of where we breathe,
leads to destruction of life itself.

The paradox of simplicity,
what's really worthy is not much,
what's unworthy keeps you through the day.

I lose myself as I take sides
it is my sin and mine only.

It's the role I'm playing that keeps me going.
It's a mistake, but it's the truth.

]s$t[

sweet nothing

I live in the abyss of truth,
never again coming out to the surface.
I've buried myself too deep,
too deep to ever rise again.

It is not a choice to make,
nor a luxury to have.
I'm chained in the golden era,
devoting myself to a purpose,
whispering sweet nothing,
just in order to shut my head up.

Do not dare to divert it from reality,
I am not here to argue reasons.
It takes more than me to follow this life,
my strength is ceasing to support my weight.

Blown apart to millions little pieces,
relishing the thought of an ending.
Eternity brings hell, my head said.

Fear and courage are not what keep me going.
As if I had a choice...

Don't we just love to entertain ourselves?
Fancy ourselves as beings with choices.

Fools...

]s$t[