I want the solution

But I cannot take my eyes of the problem

I want to be understood

But I cannot understand.

I want to shut-up

But when I listen I cannot hear.

I want to sleep

But I am unable to find rest.

This maddening, muddled maze has got me mixed up in a quandry.

My baggage is unpacked and I am ready to do some laundry.

But there is no soap.

The water has been shut off.

I am dry, dry, dry...

Waiting for the opportunity to clean these clothes that belong to me.

Fuck it, I'll just get some threads to replace the old worn out re-treads.

The luggage is nice though...

A little worn down from all the times I have travelled from town to town

In search of meaning, life, and something to fix up all my wounds...

But I always came back to you--

My only consistent place of ineptitude.

When failure meets desire

Destruction follows suit...

Leaving unpaid bills and uncleaned spills

This load is far to large to bear alone,

I think I'll call a friend.

I find it really comforting when someone confides in me, you know? Like when they tell me something UBER important: "I don't tell many people this, but I am an alcoholic... so, I don't drink anymore. I do smoke weed, though."

SERIOUSLY?? What is that? What does that mean?  I just don't understand it.

It's like saying, "I'm a nymphomaniac... so, I don't have sex with other people anymore. I do masterbate a lot, though."

I will NEVER understand people, humanity, and sin.

That's why it's not my job to judge; however, it is my job to learn to love. That is what I am doing, but sometimes it's hard.

I want the solution

But I cannot take my eyes of the problem

I want to be understood

But I cannot understand.

I want to shut-up

But when I listen I cannot hear.

I want to sleep

But I am unable to find rest.

This maddening, muddled maze has got me mixed up in a quandry.

My baggage is unpacked and I am ready to do some laundry.

But there is no soap.

The water has been shut off.

I am dry, dry, dry...

Waiting for the opportunity to clean these clothes that belong to me.

Fuck it, I'll just get some threads to replace the old worn out re-treads.

The luggage is nice though...

A little worn down from all the times I have travelled from town to town

In search of meaning, life, and something to fix up all my wounds...

But I always came back to you--

My only consistent place of ineptitude.

When failure meets desire

Destruction follows suit...

Leaving unpaid bills and uncleaned spills

This load is far to large to bear alone,

I think I'll call a friend.

I find it really comforting when someone confides in me, you know? Like when they tell me something UBER important: "I don't tell many people this, but I am an alcoholic... so, I don't drink anymore. I do smoke weed, though."

SERIOUSLY?? What is that? What does that mean?  I just don't understand it.

It's like saying, "I'm a nymphomaniac... so, I don't have sex with other people anymore. I do masterbate a lot, though."

I will NEVER understand people, humanity, and sin.

That's why it's not my job to judge; however, it is my job to learn to love. That is what I am doing, but sometimes it's hard.