Mad World

It is.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENJUB5thpB4

Words. Music.

It is the flight of things that I envy; those born to soar above the cares of the earth.

Everything has a soul. The rocks, the trees--all things that be or will be. 

The street is cold. Dreams are as glitter floating. Even angels have their scars.

In the end it may not matter so much what path we walked; the only important thing is how we walked it.

I See in Black and White

A deepened rift and foggy eye

I see in black in white

Where do we go inside our minds

When nothings falling right

Forgetting some     remembering more

It pays to be undone    to be the different kind

For the only place one cannot flee is deep inside the mind

To never climb or run or fly   but always   always fight

I hear the rain and feel the cold it is steady in the night

So comforting  it is at times to only see in black and white

Sometimes its clear    as clear as day It is the way the cards do fall Andothertimesitmakes nosense   thisfuckingwritingon somewall

So enter glibly, and with an empty head, your house carved out of glass.

Your false life may sustain you, and much time may come to pass.

Be happy the petty things you think are not demons in your head—

the kind that will torment and rent until he’s sure that you are dead.

So turn away O fortunate one avert youre simple sight

And be grateful deep within that you dont see in black and white