Last night was the first time I saw my Cardboard Cuts
Scarred scabs sat upon skin scathed by Papered Rub
I paused for a moment and processed the fact
That I’m now working full-time, trading free-time for greenbacks.
For a moment I was sad, then in the next one, impressed.
“Have I now become a man?” I felt a need to beat my chest.
And in that moment, I presented myself with an inquest:
“Could that clamoring of skin on skin link me to my cave-dwelled kin
And cause my work-numbed human brain and heart to burn like Promethean Flame?”
Which led me to the realization that the only way to really tell
Would be to construct a vehicle like the one ‘scribed out by H.G. Wells
And so I took my mind away from that and turned back toward the Face of Apathy.
Took only moments to be reminded of why I view that Mirrored Surface as a tragedy…
At times I really wish I could care more,
And, with the passion of a Berserker brightly burning,
Blast through the Divide between ground and sky
And reach for aspirations orbiting distantly around my insides,
Kind of like a child climbing cupboards to get what he’s been barred from,
No longer will my stature or age determine if I can get some.
I’m going to go from where I am to where I ought to be
From nominal to normative, have you ever taken Philosophy?
I haven’t yet, but next year, I likely will
Since my girlfriend has the book and FREE is the very best deal
‘Cept for one step further known as FREEDOM, which escapes me.
When I arrive home from work, I collapse into my bed sheets from fatigue.
And while these sheep bounce around on my eyelids and I count them,
My heart keeps beating to pump blood to my passions,
But my passions only breathe in my dreams
Because in the daytime, the “real world” drives nails and sacrificial themes
DEEP into my palms as if the world’s completing a mission.
Sadly, I’m the world’s favorite victim of the newly concocted Cardboard Crucifixion.
In the dark and in the light
I see a thing that wields great might
The strength of shape and sound and sphere
Of this great construct standing here
Mighty stone, stands geometric
Comprehension grows so hectic
I stand in awe ‘neath this edifice
Amazement is the etiquette
The lines connect and form these faces
Gateways to so many places
Hallways to infinity
Staircases to blasphemy
Lights that shine through all the spaces
Visions of a sky that paces
Clouds that burn and conjure death
The wonder of the construct’s breath
It breathes its wonder to my lungs
I hold it in, I take a plunge
Into a sea of questioning
My mind wide open, wondering:
“Am I real or am I broken?”
To my heart the Construct’s spoken
“Is this all a dream come true
Or magic ‘shrooms that I’ve consumed?”
Shapes approaching symmetry,
With every step, they approach me
Marching to their final stage
Taking steps to leave the maze
I want to change the way I live and not live behind computer screens,
Feeling the world through endless clicking only seeing, not living my dreams.
Scrolling through the dashboard, or Newsfeed, or Timeline
A slave to words and pictures ’bout things I’ll never see in my lifetime.
Disappointed in all the time I spend reading people’s complaints about how the weather sucks
“OMG, I NEED a Snapback and a new pair of red chucks!”
I do not give a fuck , All I really want is a good time,
But since I can’t party on the internet, all I’m left with now is this rhyme.
I think that this is a sign that I need to hit that primetime,
But I don’t mean watching TV, I’ve got to be under the spotlight.
I MUST shine, I MUST find, a way to express this lonely mind
That’s overflowed by ideas and visions of greatness brought to life by my
Actions, Move without restraint, become the cause, too;
The reason that someone else keeps on living and makes THEIR own dreams come true.
I’m tired of feeling trapped behind a keyboard.
It all starts with getting out and living a little bit more.