Melancholy

Melancholy 6/4/2014

 

Perhaps it makes no difference

And I should just curl up

And die

But even if it doesn’t matter

I still get up, and try. 

Dust settles on the moon

And my mind grows weary,

Heavy, and dull

With too many questions

And not enough answers.

But that is life

When the only thing

That gets noticed

Is what we missed

And what we forgot. 

Some are attacked

And others are excused

Promoted and praised

In a world gone insane.

I don’t know what it means

And I don’t know

How much, I should care

Because it is not what I think

That matters

But only what I learn. 

The details of life

Can be monotonous and boring

But deal with them, we must

In the here and now. 

Everyone who lives

Will be ashamed

And everyone who tries

Will fail. 

If I had never tried

Perhaps I would have won

But even though I lost

I still try again. 

My feet move

And I breathe in

And out

Still going through the motions

On the long way home.

No one knows

What its like

To be me

And I can only know

What I myself, have seen. 

If I could

I would scrub it all away

Letting warm water

Cleanse my body and soul. 

But no matter what I do

The stains remain

And I feel just as lowly

And just as dumb.

I have wondered

What is wrong with me

But I am no longer certain

If it matters or not. 

I go on

Even if

I wonder why

And I keep trying

Even if I lose. 

What is upside down

May stay that way

And what I have lost

I might not, get back.

But what is coming

Is more than a replacement

The same only better

A far greater treasure

Than anything I could ask. 

Knowing this

Brings me peace

The kind that endures

No matter what. 

Come on

Because there is 

So much left to do

Even if it takes forever

You still have me

And we will still have each other.