Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
SHATTERED
Misery loves company,
But company can't feel pain.
So much to be considered,
So much Unexplained.
Is it just the need for tranquility,
That drives one to the edge?
Or reality pounding in your head,
The fact That you'll never win.
I sometimes think I'm a total lost,
And nothing will ever change.
I long for peace, and relief chaos,
And the guilt of failure From within.
And then I say my faith will hold,
Then it escapes, and I'm back to par.
But down inside I know it's there,
It just won't muster up.
With no faith to hold me,
From the impending doom,
Of endless depression and rage.
I sit and wonder how soon it will be,
Before I take that step.
The one that ends all consciousness,
Of things that value life.
Sinking into the bottomless pit,
Where there is no end in sight.
And sight itself is only gloom,
And darkness, which will not leave.
Oh why must I fail to please myself,
And make life a joy each day.
Must it always be a days money spent,
Or is there another way?
Am I born into economic slavery,
Or is it a delusion I provide for myself?
What other means to exist save lucre,
In a capitalist society of greed.
Will their brotherly love,
Forgive and forget,
And just do it all for free.
It doesn't seem likely,
The saints were impractical,
To what is true.
They know that they are ready,
To tackle life and score,
The great gift of independence,
Money brings.
Yes, the truth will give them freedom!
If they follow all the rules,
But they'll never be anything,
But a slave.