Between Two Pillars: Monsters of Ourselves

Monsters of Ourselves

Spinning without a focal point
The elegant becomes dangerous
Youth strive too much
We hoard our wealth in furnaces
Combusting
Forward thrusting
Never trusting time’s offer
Of wisdom…
We all fall down someplace
And few choose to taste the pie on their faces

(Chorus)
We make monsters of ourselves
In this tragic comedy
Laughing less at fortune’s fell
Too many tears are eroding
You stood so tall
Now you hunch over this ball of hallow hollowness

It comes alike
So it’s often unnoticed
And then she’s talking ‘bout our babies again
She’s not even twenty
And nothing’s taboo when nobody’s watching
There are no secrets between us
We keep our windows clean
Ignoring the dead birds piling outside

Spinning without a focal point
The peak betrays the base to waver
Weighty thoughts amass
With so little to dismiss or aver
Congesting
Facets stressing
Too much pressing against these
Our faculties…
The heart makes rash mistakes
When taking what time and loneliness create

(Repeat chorus)




March 4, 2006