We are Everywhere
 
Well, here I am 31 and all I have to show for it is potential. Potential, now lets just look at that word itself and put it into perspective. Having or showing the capacity to become or develop into something in the future is the meaning of this word. Basically, that is saying that right at this very moment you could be something in the future.
 
just because you have died, doesn't mean you wont be a friend the rest of my life.
you are in my everything
the lessons I have learnt
all the ways I have changed
you are right beside me
guiding me

just because you have lost your last breathe, doesn't mean you quit breathing life into me.
you are in the everything
the cool wind upon my face
the rain that is dropping down
you are right beside me
guiding me around

"you are in grandmothers wisdom,
and you are in grandfathers charm"
 
I am at a standstill on everything I need to do. I am confused with my work situation, my social situation and even lost with my self entertainment situation. I know I am not supposed to have everything figured out, but damn it seems as if no one has anything figured out. We are just all jumping through hoops that the people before us kept jumping through, because the people before them built hoops to make people pay to play. Where do we go, what do we stand on now, how do we see a future in this stepping stone of life. I cant understand the fact that if I want to go do something simple, such as drive to Alaska and see the Northern Lights, I don't need everything to work out a certain way for it to happen. I just simply need to jump in the car and do it ,but even if I have the money to do this, What do I do after Im done with seeing this magnificent world changing thing and have no money. Simple just come back home and do the same thing Im doing now. So why cant I just except it all and do what it is I feel I need to do?
There is someone out there who can look down upon me and guide my way through the infinite bliss, but then they wouldn't be able to keep learning from me, as I seem to be the go to lab rat kind of guy. People staring down through their looking glass, observing because I have a different set of words to describe my spells, rather than the traditional set of symbols. People within the little boxes, asking for the answers to the questions that cant be explained until we leave the physical form behind. People in the little boxes wanting to be dragged through the bliss of wearing the lab coat, all while knowing the lab coat wearing people are just test subjects as well, being looked upon, judged with a different set of rules. People within the little boxes all want to be the one looking through the glass, judging and watching all the lab rats without even knowing why, except for the fact that they aren't the ones being watched upon and judged if they don't follow directly along the line that was laid our in front of them. The line that everyone is supposed to follow to end where they want to be, but no one knows who laid this line to begin with.
These little boxes are what is keeping us locked inside, but its the outside that contains all the wicked ways of the worlds, just within people, that keep me locked at bay. Its all the mimes that pretend to be in a box, knowing they are a free willing spirit that created the small enclosure for themselves to be trapped in. All the wolves that dress in grandmas bed clothes, knowing you are just trying to help a sick, loved one. All the buildings that grow tall for the person who is standing on top, to not be seen, but still be controlling over everything. All the emptiness that is locked inside the minds of people brushing shoulders as they aimlessly pass by one another. All of the creatures they tell us that lurk in the dark, to find out they aren't really there. When all along they should of warned us about the true monsters, they grew to lock within themselves. These true monsters we all grow to know and even become ourselves.
Then you hear a song that is like
"blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles,
you're to old to be so shy, he says to me so I stay the night"
and you know she is right, we are all just looking through the eyes of another's remorse, rather then feeling compassion for the ones who teach us the most. We all stumble through the days as if we are knowing what we are doing, but to someone else we are looking as if we are just being to shy, and to stop it, we had to stay the night. We are contently changing, through another perception. 
 
We all share, every moment of ourselves
we are all scared, to share with someone else
to let it in so deeply,
like a pin cushion
every emotion stabbed through
collecting like rain on the window

We are all here, living every moment
we all fear, this life will soon be ending
to just disappear
no one knows where
our souls fly away, our bodies lay
just happy corpses rotting away

so smile back at me
wondering when to end
when will we find a way
so keep smiling within

so run away with me
wondering til we end
when will we find the way
so say it once again

goodbye old friends
smile, we will drink
together again

We all take, our images from someone else
we are poster children, propaganda out loud
like a contagious virus
spreading ourselves
pushing our thoughts, everyone else
taking what is wrong, creating ourselves

so run away with me
wondering til we end
when will we find our way
to say it once again

goodbye old friends
smile, we will drink
together again
 

you know it works, I know it works. yet we are both scared to try something new. we are afraid to find the feeling of something new.

This doesn't mean we need to love new people, to start new jobs or even something simple like eat something new. Though everyday we wake up, we tire of doing the same routines of folding the clothes, driving the same streets, walking the same fields, drinking from the same filth and I cant figure out what it is that makes anything make sense. We rabble, we speak, we unleash the same monstrosity.
 over and over and over and over again....
 over and over and over and over again

buried alive
how can we survive....

is it something caught off guard, is it the one pill we cant swallow. I found myself looking to long and feeling so shallow. heart felt and misspelt, I find myself wondering why I even bother.

repeating, repeating something worth never speaking and shaking the mistaken with the unannounced overtaking.. why must we speak, why must we bleed, why are we here, if in death there is nothing. It is hard to explain, it is hard to take, you make me memorize the words, but can understand their meaning. Why so selfish, why so hard to understand, can we separate ourselves from the feeding hand. Some touch themselves with pride, some concern themselves with dying, some just lay here wishing for something more, but never stand to fight. we are weak, we all strain, but its a matter of if you stand at the end of the day. 

pride cant over take us
if we cant feel anything

 
I can't figure out what I need to do or where i need to go,
but I do have this sinking feeling that I have lost control.
Its like a creature inside used to fuel my pride,
but some how it laid down, slowly cruled up and died.
It was the place, it was the power, but now its just empty
like a bloody face, a wilted flower, its hollow within me.
They speak quite, very gently, so none around can hear empathy.
They can't show, signs of emotion, none around can feel free.
So dont just close your eyes and go back to sleep,
before you, in anyway, end up one of the sheep.
 
music is the weirdest of all spell castings.
They tell us what is popular, though some of us do not listen to their propaganda.
we listen and try to understand, but we then just line ourselves along the wall, waiting for that shot.
it changes our thoughts, our feelings, our image, but is it changing us or are we just changing?

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I cant figure out how to get out of this rut
wondering where to go and what to get done
I have a feeling that its all too strange
when I arrive it always feels the exact same

stare with your eyes, hear with your ears
feel with your heart, but we know you don't care

smile with a grin of a killing man
filling his desires as simple as he can
for there is no gate to open, or lock up
we just keep pushing until we foul up

stare with your eyes, hear with your ears
feel with your heart, even though you don't care

people are amazing, amazing faults of all kinds
I am people, don't think I talk without faults of mine
but we should stand up together, not stand alone
maybe we could change, the things that keep us down


 
there is no time
to listen to the anger
we wish that we knew
how to feel the power

our lives are the same
but we think we need to change
each other in different ways
but in my mind It feels so strange

there is time to make excuses
or we could look in ourselves
see we are also in need of change
differences between all things the same

I am sorry I cant
say I am ok
but there is more to this
than just sorrow and apologies

I cant change the thing I was
before I met the person I love today
but we still got time to make
the days we wanna shape our way

I am sorry I cant
figure out why
you think your worse than me
when you save me everyday

and forgive me I cant
say I am ok
im sorry for
the things I can not change
I am sorry for
these things I can not change



but remember how
its only this moment now X4





 
There is a cold collection of feelings
piling up on top of the rest of us
we stand there hoping we can under estimate them
but usually they end up getting the best of us

we fight for the wars we think we will win
we cry for the ones who have lost everything
children standing there all alone in the aftermath
when are you gonna come and change it back

if you wanna jump, step to the edge
but if you wanna love, just step back
you think you know it all, but trust me
"it all" is a book you have never read

there is a warm feeling a brewing
deep deep down within ourselves
where we find the reasons for hiding
right along with everyone else

we fight for the things we cant lose
we scream for the ones who win
losers are running away from the intimidation
knowing they can never come back

so if you wanna jump, step to the edge
but if you wanna love, just step back