these modern Marvels

And we're all looking for the fall
A degradation of the senses
To have

will

pull at our strings

Tug
and tell us where to go
Whichever way might seem fit for suvival
if it has to be it will

Life pulls at our hearts
we ponder giving up and in

on loved.....

on love
on loveless deadends that dont lead to nothin

On lifeless roads that take you nowhere

on promising ventures that promise you the world

Oh!!!!

Only if I had the nerve
to let go
to be all that I can
To will the way
Direct it to me
Live in speech
In numbers in a line

In a long list of shortcomings and progression
To spill my guts is what I mean

On the floor
I can clean them up
No don't
I don't mean to put you out
Seriously Ive got this under control
You need not expell any energy
Ive got this