Dry

The well is dry.
In a world with music that makes the heart tremble
That splashes colors to enlighten the darkest places
Where we smash into each other only to bruise
Then part ways only to long for another collision
Where we'd rather see shadows than each other
Looking, always looking at the greener grass
This human condition that generates stories
Long and short, big and small
This world that we built for ourselves only to slowly tear it down
War by war, dream by dream
With our sense of meaningless or boredom or rightousness
This world that carelessly demolishes our sense of self
Even when we manage too well on our own
It has all screamed too loudly
Shone too bright
So my well ran dry.
Too much means nothing and nowhere at all
Worse, in circles
Chasing my own tail
Catching nothing
Yet forced to race anyway
Faithlessly, just because
It is expected
A partner, the continuance of a family broken
Too angry to sustain love
Or happiness
Teaching the wrong lessons
Killing hope of anything that might work
For a minute longer than a while
If the meaning is to live and create life
We are failing, as individuals as well as a people
And i don't want to play
To act grown
To know where i should go
Who i should be
My joy is in the difference of not knowing
Being at the edge of my seat as a goal
Not making plans that are sure to fail or change
My joy is in floundering
Asking stupid questions, being a fool
Teaching myself how to live
Instead of following a worn out pattern
That has been proven to lead astray.
I want to tell my truth
Figuring it out as i go
Scream it from the rooftops
Erase any possibility of a choking routine
And i don't
My throat is dry
Silence reigns again
The pattern will repeat
As patterns always do
I hope to remember the child in me
New and pure
Hopeful
Ignorant of the ways of the world
Way in the beginning
When the well overflowed with haunting words of wisdom.