A Phrase full of Apathy.

Quietly we sit staring
Silent, but the awful glaring
That keeps us rooted to the floor
I don't understand the words I write anymore

These phrases they float and they die
And my meanings are all rooted in rhyme
My presence here hangs on a chord
And only a life full of apathy will be my reward

I have no taste, nothing but the bitter sting
That floats around these memories
I have no cares, only the hopeful chance
That I'll last longer then a moments glance

Terribly my thoughts are calling
Looking for a hearts belonging
I really could care less these days
A bunch of pointless rambling, is all I have to say.

The Misplacement of Ideals (A Ballad of growing up)

A shorter time alone would have been the better choice

'Cause I have no temperance for loneliness

And lately I find my tongue searching for a better voice

To mingle with the foolishness

I would have given up on you regardless of your words

No matter how thoughtful, realized, or absurd

Did you think I wouldn't have noticed?

It's about time I grow up

Immaturity is only second best

I don't think I'll ever make it

With these witless words I write

So I'll just reach out and take it

And make the whole world mine

I can never really look straight

And my voice is full of quiver and shy

I walk with awkward movements

And my humor is parched and dry

I wish the world live the sentiment

They leave in bible cages

Corrected the flawed and stuttered breathing

Of failing hippie reveries

I guess it's time to grow up

Ideals never get the best of us

I don't think I'll ever make it

And never really tried

P.S. Yeah, I've been gone for a while. Things have been shitty, yada yada yada. I'll work on posting more often. This one is unusual, it's a song so it doesn't have a certain flow about it (that'll be corrected when I put the melody to paper) and it is actually relevant to how I feel at the moment. Enjoy.