tunnel vision

the road of the future is winding, obscure and dark.
the snake that sinks its fangs into my dreams.
it takes me away from the oceans and speakers that once kept my life
calm and placid.
I am the tree uprooted, the abandoned baby on the doorstep next to the
morning paper.
new beginnings have no spiritual guidelines.
beaten and restless
guilt ridden and faithless
I miss the rigidity of the hour and wonder if I would've been
different.
"the last lap is seriously tunnel vision"
the other three before it are blind faith.
you are the only sweetheart for me but you sing almost too off key.
we bleed with distaste but we bathe in our dirty habits.
can't shake you, can't shake you, can't shake you.
there were moments when I thought our hearts collided but the force of
your hips sent me packing the other way.
there is no such thing as love.
it is misguided.
and your brain?
it is sawdust.
the chips float in the air and creep up your nose
like smoke,
like death.
I read every novel until it's dogeared, sad and downtrodden.
your soul,
is it empty?
because I know the ticket to filling yourself up with meaningless
drivel.
pack up your bags and burn your dollar bills.
live a life of irony and chance.
don't fall prey to stupidity.
embrace ambivalence.
break your own heart and hand it out to the highest bidders.
cookie cutter society.
build it back up from the ground.
no one ever really has you all the way.
continuous.
and when you break,
you're only very bent in different directions.