Second Skin

By Laura Dee Battle January 23, 2015 Distantly it seems to fade into the sunset All those life or death situations now seem underwhelming The online battle cries used to feel like such a threat Why do I buy the very things their oppression is selling? It's starting to feel entirely pointless and crude Indulgence is the currency upon which we survive It doesn't make sense anymore to keep up this feud At war with the world, but do I have to fight to feel alive? I have a picture in my head of everything I need And increasingly it seems to involve nothing but peace Machines and tv take me away from the misery in me It's nothing but foreplay to me without a release I've had all the tools I could ever hope to use There is no longer an excuse to keep avoiding the truth I've tried it all before with nothing to show but a bruise The scar in the front of my mind that tainted my youth The reflection of shiny things and home furnishings Isn't there more to life than the emptiness I see? I used to have it all without having a single thing The less that I possess, the more I'm feeling free Just gimme shelter from the noise in this place The world that I live seems seems to be a disgrace Where am I to go with the currents I face? I'm swimming with the koi, up the stream at our pace I'm swimming forever Away from that place...