At the End of the Day, I’m Your Morning After

There might as well be rain
It always feels like there should be
Because now I know there’s distance
Even though I’ve seen this all along

Why can’t you see what I feel?
Why can’t I feel what you need?
How did these chances not taken
Come back twisted and shaken?
When will we be good enough for us?
Is that even something to want?

I’ve come to terms with ending
I’ve started to start and begin
All of these words are just one long rehearsal 
For the years I’ve been saving for you

All I can hear now is senseless
All of us orbit around
For just one more day I am listless
For just once more life, there is sound
But none of it ever makes sense
All of it is yours
So figure out what you meant
I can’t say if I’ll open the door

I think that it’s time to finally get it right
So maybe I don’t want to fight
Or maybe I just can’t care
But something has got to keep moving
And I wish just for once it’s not me
Why can’t the world just stop spinning
I just need some time just to be.

So I had a bad day…

How can you hate someone you have never met or gotten to know? Is it something they said or did? 

Actions and words taken out of context are just that: actions and words. They cease to bare any meaning, but are somehow still up for interpretation. Not to sound cliché, but we all make mistakes. Everyone. So who are we to judge one another for doing what we ourselves do everyday? 

This is the human condition. 

It is human to not be right, to fault, to be cruel and to suffer. So why deny ourselves that which is natural? 

Simple. 

It is our obligation as sentient beings to accept our own folly and rise above it.  We need to be something better than human.