Slowly dying inside while pretending to be alive on the outside. We are zombies without a clue. Searching frantically for something so elusive we don’t even have a name for it. Everything we create is destruction without remorse. No reason, no worry, no excuse. Slowly losing ourselves while finding a version that others can accept. The truth doesn’t exist here, failure is the only option. To lie, to live, to die, to dive. From the past, into the present, we mold the future into a vision of promise. Our lives are cold, full of a numbing warmth brought on by the lies we tell ourselves. Is it better to be happy as a slave or to be miserable as a social outcast? From where we came from, to where we go, there is no chance for us to be free from the influence of forces beyond our control. The invisible hand of fate dictates our unavoidable destinies. No matter how hard we try to ignore the end, the means will always bring us where we need to be.
Time enough for all to rejoice in a simple truth without pretention. What is the truth without embellishment Why must we subject ourselves to torture? Avoidable situations will not resolve themselves without desire…
Break the Spoon 