Give Way

Worried about the weather.
Distressed and second-guessing.
It’s depressing how the stars
Look down on this farce
That lasts and lasts
And lasts and lasts.
It’s laughable,
Dirty and soluble:
A manifested problem.

It is what it is.
We are what we are.
Time: refinable,
But unable to cure the insufferable.

A fable that holds the truth.
Told till you’re blue in the face.
Till you can fill this void with a space.

I am a derivative of myself
And all that you want me to be.

This Attitude

The fish aren’t biting.
I can’t be bothered writing.
Just telling you what you might see
if you open your eyes.
These people aren’t worth it.
This attitude is killing me.

Verbal battering is sapping me
like blood from a fresh-cut tree.
I’m tired of facts
when people only react with fists and kisses.
Without thought you have no brain.

I tried to call your bluff,
but pocket cowboys weren’t enough.
You’re like an invisible smile,
something beautiful hidden forever.

This Attitude comes quickly,
but lingers for days.