None of This Matters
Tired of being the dreamer
(Let me be the dream)
Tired of being the gifter
(Let me be the gift)
Cut away to another sorrow
Trimmings cascade from the heavens
O' Lord, I don't believe in
I don't know how to see myself
So I look into the mirror
At this poor fool looking back
Such a silly ocular illusion
And it doesn't really matter
None of this matters...
Nothing really matters...
If I rejected standard form
Allow me to be the first to apologize
I just wanted to feel important
Writing some epic symphony
Tired of being the poet
(Let me be the poem)
Tired of being the messenger
(Let me be the message)
The lenses covering your eyes
Obscure and obfuscate your intelligence
When every truth is a lie
We share a bed with ignorance
I stare at the sun staring into my soul
I can feel my eyes burning
But the fool in me can't look away
What a folly this sinking ship
None of this matters...
Nothing really matters...
Except I'm stranded on the ship
Allow me to be the first to apologize
I just wanted to feel grandiose
By making some noise
Tired of being the lover
(Let me be the love)
Tired of being the sacrificer
(Let me be the sacrifice)
None of this matters...
Nothing really matters...
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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