cretinfamily

i look around at all these faded and jaded people
looking to the stars
looking to god
the grass
the trees
reading palms and psalms
trying to find some answer
and the reason for reasoning
being called freaks
crying into their coffee
ruining the morning cigarette with their tears
wondering what is real
and if anything really matters
and if it doesn't why do we care so much
if caring will only lead to another lonely grave where we have disappeared from
just another empty seat on the bus
fear guiding our every move and every thought
so scared that we have it wrong
so scared that what we hold on to will just burn
and turn to ash to be scattered to more questioning minds
and maybe we are just a dream
hanging out in someone's sub-conscious
thinking that what we do and what we have is so important
until they wake up and are wondering what these people want
and if it is the same as them
just wanting to know why they are here
if it's just some joke....and the punch line is never as funny as it should be