Beyond Our Control

No one is in my constellation

A perpetual state of alienation

No false sense of consecration

I never intended self-imposed isolation,

I’m here but not really where I belong

Like singing a silent song

I fear something is dreadfully wrong

The shadows how they grow so long,

Perched upon the branch of a fallen tree

Nothing really making sense to me

Can’t seem to walk upon this shimmering sea

Time and space have me on my knees,

The smell of perfume in an empty bedroom

Might as well be a seductive tomb

I need a drink to chase away the gloom

Enveloped within this sycophantic cocoon,

This planet so beyond our control

Upon so many it’s taken its toll

Flight 19 lies somewhere off of Chicken Shoals

Fear I’m falling into another black hole,

Lord how many second chances?

My gaze shifts from uncomfortable glances

Inundated by fatalistic romances

Were there any lives that my influence enhances?

Struggling with this uphill climb

Swear to God it wasn’t my own crime

Wasting away in linear time

Astonished at the world’s decline.