Getting tired of marching.
It’s a long parade.
Still another weary mile to go.

Oh, the sun and it’s harshness.
The crowd shouts “hooray!”
Not tentative at the end of the show.

And the bulls they all charge me,
I’m starting to fade 
Into the rivers unrelenting flow.

I’ve given up all I own,
My body and soul,
The feelings I felt when I was alone,

Forgotten all I’ve been shown,
Sink into the hole,
And let the dirt decompose all my bones.

When from this world we are thrown 
We won’t feel the cold,
We won’t fight nor dance nor pine for the throne. 

We’ve all seen it all before:
What falls to the sea, waves throw back to the shore.

And negation is recognition 
Even if it be involuntary
Embraced by a fleeting condition
Feeling close to earth when solitary 

And What defines waking life? 
Trees pass the sun, making static of the light.

All our speech is ambiguity 
To leave blank space for interpretation.
The world shows no incongruity,
Ouroboros shows revisitation.

‘til we reach the overman,
We’ll return and return again and again.

The universe: oh, what a violent place.
The universe is such a violent face 
For the universe to wear
Like a pair
Of earrings 
To distract from the deceiving smile
Behind the beguiling
stare
Of the atmosphere’s thoroughly ascending air
And we all are descending from there.
They’re there,
Their twisted little paths of twilight.
The darkest nights are still there in daylight
But hiding behind the empty shroud of giving.
Light, the joy of receiving night:
All light
knows is not what it is.
Eternity’s a violent place
And oh
Eternity’s a joyous place 
And though
Our perception is straight as the horizon appears
Though it’s clear
We’re predetermined to repeat what we hear here.
We’re free to be predetermined,
To return again through all these weary years.

All the plants lift their arms up
For they know life must be overcome
Like passing yourself in the street.
Now is where the beginning and end meet.
All the “one day”s and all the “ago”s
You’ve seen all before on that endless plateau
Where the dead lay and rot
And the unborn are still not
And the dead are still not
And the unborn lay and rot.
The weary are restless
and the joyous are tired,
The former wants more
and the latter retires.
Time takes you forward but to the same place
You would reach even if you quit the race.
You see, I once filled with sorrow
At the thought of tomorrow
Being something I couldn’t affect,
But now I can see
That the endless blue sea
And the air’s gentle breeze
And the tops of the trees
And the world’s endless beauty
And the grace of eternity
Is all my soul needed to collect
To be content with this happening again and again:
These thoughts in your head
These words from my pen,
Until we can overcome,
We’ll repeat it
Again.

the ebb of the river carries away my content

while the overflow is what brought my contempt

the infinite is what contradicts

the body wastes away in a ditch

Earthly pleasures please the Earth

Dirty fingers dig the dirt

the sun shines on everything but itself

the night shrouds all but light

i can’t feel what i felt

a snowstorm

oh! the absurd!

Don’t be disheartened when this comes to an end,

You’ll continue to live it over and over again.

but still my soul yearns

and my body still burns

my heart pumps and churns

‘til my veins twist and turn

Always tomorrow my todays are spent. 

i walk into the unforgiving desert alone

And let the sun burn my body down to the bone

so i lie myself down

and i sink underground

and silence it sounds

like peace all around

Loneliness speaks with the most comforting tone. 

Gray air stains the child’s truthful face.

He wants to run but can’t open the gate.

he stands and cries

and tries and tries

to fulfill and bind

an unshakable pride

to find some light

for his sun to shine

His fated freedom determines his free-willed fate. 

Don’t ever cry when life comes to an end,

You’ll eternally live it over again.

Every tomorrow my todays are spent. 

i don’t want to sing too loud

for fear of standing out in the crowd.

When a raindrop leaps alone from the cloud

i don’t think it’s proud when it reaches the ground. 

i’ll mask my envy with the love of many.

This moment now is where the beginning and end meet.

i know i want to run but my reluctant feet

would rather remain melted in summer’s heat.

We’re standing in the center of a bridge

and we can’t look back to see where we’ve been

and we can’t look forward to where we’ll end

and we could always leap into the abyss

but we would be negating what contradicts.

So instead we’ll throw away all that we own

until all we possess is body and soul.

Maybe then we’ll cross that gap

and discover the solace we all have lacked.

Until then i’ll submit to the will of the masses

and suppress my thoughts ‘til i descend into madness

unless there’s somebody who shows some compassion

and helps me figure out what will happen.

They laugh at me when I don’t make sense,
When I stand alone on top of the fence,
They point their fingers and I swallow my pride
‘cause I know where the exit is at the end of the ride.
Now I’ve taken up some solipsist views 
To compensate for these torn, old shoes
That have walked in circles for the thrill of others.
Now free will is what’s causing trouble. 
If you’d just give in to that maudlin force
And let the universe take its course
You’ll be free to be enslaved by this reoccurrence 
And be taken aback by the forward motion.
Since freedom is every person’s burden
You’re free to feel like you’re predetermined.

How many lives did you live
As a kid
When your mind was still kind
And entwined
With the world you would curl 
In a ball
And up life you would fall
‘Til you died.
It’s like standing in the sun 
‘Til your shadow has run
A full circle around your eyes.
Like traveling a repeated route
But just now noticing a house
That everyone else forgot about
And it’s broken and dying.
When you walk outside
The sun wilts and dies.
i am You and You are i
But You’re all alone and so am i.
But everyone from which I take my advice 
Is dead and is dead and was dead in life.