Maybe Tomorrow
There are times when I walk down the block
I ask myself: why don’t I just walk into the woods
To live a little bit more
When I am looking for jobs on the open market
I mine for a nugget of pains in my ass
That’s just me
After getting discriminated against again and again
I want an open world, open heart, mind
In the desert, it’s cold, it’s hot, but that doesn’t hurt
What does is the empty corridors claiming life
Built by us, the word ‘life’, and word ‘nature’
Differentiate a seat of my nervousness
A pill of my reason
Distill the fill of knowledge grown within
To embroider my eyes
I act but really all I want is an open door
In that room there is something or nothing
It doesn’t matter
What means anything is what is not there
Like when I scroll maybe but never like work
When I open a book not like packaging hundreds
Someone needs to do it I guess
I’m sick of counting
I’m healthy for non-wisdom
Strong from lifting papers
Burned from being frozen in fear
Killed for not killing the world
An ass for not go-ness
Autistic for being myself
Not seeming so by masking myself
Torn muscles with ligamental bones
Tell me?
Is there rain on the end of the song
Does the orchestration continue til death
Do the cameras seem to follow you everywhere
As if the wrath to cover yourself skimmers
Is your credit score more important than freedom
Hands tied behind your back out of love
What would happen if retirement was here
Could you sit alone in silence
Or would your eyes float from your sockets
Life was a joke in serious costumes
They say it’s a dance to forget
An arch in the wind screaming for collapse
It doesn’t sing but we don’t either
Maybe you do, I do
But do you need to believe nature dances
Five-elements, that monkeys are us
To live?
Eh, maybe tomorrow
Copyright © Sam Lipfield | Year Posted 2023
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