We travel into outer space. Ride along our cosmic wave

Transparent. Nothing you’d ever see.

Feet fast running. Stop take it back

Feel the rhythm travels through our atmosphere

Alive. Live. Breathe. Feel.

Nothingness. But fulfillment in who we are.

Thrive. Survive. We’re alone. But moving.

To places you’ll never know.

Places you’ll never go.

Fear means nothing but excitement

We’ll wander the streets for eternity.

We move. We fight. We live.

And you’ll never catch up.

Stop trying

Mundane is inevitable for your simplistic ways

Find us.

Escape.

Breathe.

Nothing.

 

 

Meaningless actions in a meaningless world

Everything is slides and water rides,

Like death to all the lives, flowing through

Indifferent rivers with no real direction.

Sorrow, fear the lonely fight no one wants to hear

Sincerity, hollow voices, hollow feelings of grandeur

Avail in the post morning light, insomnia from a broken night

Agenda based motives with loss of pride and who you truly are inside

No microscope can find, a misdemeanor, that happens every time

Desecrate the relation of who will care when you’re alone

Jealously has no home, can’t ever be shown

Obviously destruction won’t be our clone

Sensation of failure give us creation of our own

Hopeful to a hopeless world it wont ever be

Understood, ever how hard we persevere

Astonishing to not envy the fools with fear.

 

You’ll never find it. You’ll never win.

Give up.

Cause over. Destruction inevitable.

This is us.

    

 

 

Search your minds for common ground.

A place you cannot create or invent with your intellect

A place where two people have already found,

Something only a hollow soul could ever want to inspect,

But you live you breathe, expecting second best.

Looking through windows and open space you know you’ll never find.

You’re generic, oblivious to the fact you’re the same as the rest,

See the world full of hate and crime and envy what you see in mine,

You question you reason, trying to create reason in the things you want

It cannot be defined. It cannot be confined in the box you think life is supposed to be

You want what you’re told, never what you need, its in commercialism - you feed

A feast that leaves your appetite in a state of  bewilderness,  where your left to fight.

You want – you can’t have

You settle with the fact you can’t survive.