Desperate Poetics

Wait for dawn, on your own, so pathetic

Drown in the sleeplessness, desperate poetics

Wear our arguments like designer clothes

No wonder we feel so cold

Custom concepts to inflate empty egos

Only know what we’re sold

Only wear what we’re told

Armor like white roses painted gold

Skim the surface of your mind

Or dive in deeper, till you find

Some kind of originality

Stoke every thought into flame

Look for more than someone else to blame

To lose it would be such a shame, individuality

Take back nothing

Regret’s a slippery concept

Motivation is a kind of debt

We say we owe this ourselves

But essentially we must give up to excel

Ever increasing

The risk is remiss if it’s bliss

If that’s all that we want out of this

We say, “I just want you to be happy.”

When each one of us is so scared to be lonely

You can take the hand

Of every pretty girl on every street you walk down

But just like the moonlight, you’ll be lost in her eyes

Then all will be gone by dawn:

Her, the moon, and you

Only an empty shell with a trophy for a clue

That this tortoise had better places to be

And a hare’s breadth away is too close to call for me

Color now outside the lines

And race the stars across the sky

Do not fear these flaws and fallacies

Set sail for deserts like a king

Headfirst and offer everything

What’s left is more than worth the sting of tragedies