Lonely

When all is said in done, when the day fades and the night calls

There are stars that stand out in darkness and shine

When stillness embarks on noise and the mess of sound leaves silence

At least there is no chaos of waves left in the air to fuck with us

But then again, at the end, what does anything mean?

The memories we create that stand in our minds eventually fall

And the songs that we sing, we all eventually forget the words.

So, why, do we try so hard to remember, to recall?

When the sunset, and the sun rises, we just start fresh

The light washes everything away

So what of This Day?

What of yesterday and tomorrow, and the week after that?

Is there really anything for us here?

Is there really anyone for us here?

Silence.

We’re all alone.

At the end of the day

Aren’t we?

How many questions we leave unanswered

How many mistakes we make and leave uncorrected

Why? Why would we try?

For anything, that in the end is nothing?

Silly stars, there to throw us off

We run for a finish line that isn’t there

We speed for a crash we can’t avoid, and break for nothing

If we lived everyday for something, what could that something even be?

Why would that even exist?

But if it did…

What would it be at the end of the day?

Nothing?

Or stars?

Do I get to be a star?

Is that even possible?

Is that even a reason to run or drive or exist?

You’re right.

I’ll never know.

Because like everyone else,

I am nothing

I am fucked

Shafted by a world of lies that set us up to fail

We are built so we will fall

We wake so we can sleep through life

Because we are nothing

Dust under a mat, swept up and hidden

We are each our own magnets dropped under the fridge

We are all lost

We are all forgotten

We are neglected, and mistreated, and hated

Because we are nothing

We spend our lives achieving nothing

We shoot for the stars and shoot for the moon

But we never leave the ground

We’re stuck in lives we don’t want to live

Running for nothing

Or running for someone

We put our hopes in things that will disappoint and disappear.

And where does that leave us?

In silence.

Alone?

When all is said in done, we look up at the stars

In darkness we stare, and our hearts call for something more

Our eyes search for what we’ll never find

But we all look back down to the ground

We fumble around

And we realize.

Everything is nothing when the sunsets.

The world resets. 

We begin anew.

I look at the stars and then I look at you.