Two Line Thoughts

Sometimes you must lose all you felt you once needed But all you ever feel is cheated You can't pull diamonds from the sky There is no constellation prize You’ll never be happy, never complete To you there’s only a drive to compete Fixing the game to undo yourself Wishing you were somebody else My non-Newtonian, liquid heart Turns to mush and falls apart I was sitting there still, back to your flaws You went for the kill and loosed your claws Spices tracing through my blood, Earthy smells and petrol mud Shining like brake lights on a wet night Seeing red and looking to fight I know everyone thinks I'm paranoid But one day I'll catch it on Polaroid Corporate loans and indecision Hinder the upper-class’s vision Lightning reminds you that nature is pretty And parks are not forests surrounded by city Spinning brightly, the atmosphere shines all your stars As you dance on the highway between blurring cars Traded the love sting for tears on a string Burned your old photos and shook out your wings Lost to the winds that dried out your skin The planes that have fallen are pulling you in The trains that rolled through, soon dragged you away With their sun-worn graffiti and staggering sway To those who mislead you, take no notice Walk your own path, soft and pure as the lotus Courting a desert to take your last breath Relinquishing moisture to camels of death It isn't win-win when losers contrive Convincing each other there’s no need to strive Whenever I’m speaking, I'm not who I say Not now, not ever, not day-to-day About inspiration, uncertainty moves me Or at least I believe that this is what soothes me Inside your purse you could misplace a car A tangle of items much like a bazaar If blood has spilled, it's but a drop Forever until humans stop Generals need a lot of attention And in general I can't stand pretension Amazing moments dot your life maps As mediocrity bridges the gaps Scribbling out some irrational scheme Strange and evolving communist dreams Hiding every glitch and flaw Grooming to be son-in-law And all the nihilists come to sing Pointless songs about nothing Sometimes a wolf will believe he's a sheep If left too long dressed up in fleece Like the phantom itch of amputees Jealousy fills him, now you’re with me Encoded nightmares from the past Will keep you safe unto the last Then into a hard-wired state of delay This splintered electric decay