The heavenly orchestra plays in the stars
I’m more lost than I have ever been
Going places I don’t belong
Meeting people I shouldn’t know
Symphonies rock me to sleep
Straight from the heart of God
Always the odd one out
All I have are these melodies playing in my ear
My redemption lies solely in the bosoms of instruments.
Regretting loves lost
I play simply for the Gods
I exercise suffering to build my own anointing
To one day play among the stars
My whole life poured out as incense
To play the secret chords the hidden keys
I am where technology meets the mystical
I am the perfect harmonic sacrifice
who are we without our clothes, our bodies, our salaries
if we strip the man to his bare naked soul
what are we?
all the things we use to fill the momentary void
smiles and hellos
a token gift to forgive our absence
simply to buy each other with our colognes and clothes.
every being incessantly crying to be noticed to be loved
whether by god, man, or bank account
the madness never ends
the cons never stop
men literally selling their souls for a piece of bread
so here we are psychologically and physically fighting for socioeconomic leverage
only to meet a cold six foot grave and a disturbed and guilty conscience
I’m the guy who purposely looses in chess.
I don’t even know if I saw her I’d recognize her.
I am slow.
It’s just who I am.
Thanks for pointing out the obvious.
I genuinely don’t know what lies with me in this land.
I don’t belong here I’m being tortured.
I can do better in every sense.
This is nothing for me.
My RAM is literally running at 3 percent.