Elucidating Questions

The words are superimposed onto one thousand thousand thousand songs.

In no matter the language they burst out and cannot be unheard or seen,

Now is it a speech of culture or a speech of being? A speech of feeling or a speech of preaching?

No one ever heard the fears that came along every time, fear every time fear and sympathy.

As spirits disintegrating into time, as souls floating in the sea, as hearts with a thousand holes, still don’t break.

Breaking free in three thousand ways that are now merely chains that chain us to him, they won’t unhinge, they won’t break.

Can’t sleep if it’s all the same. Now every morning it’s the same thing, the first thought or the first song

I don’t know why, and I refuse to ask anymore,

After all you’ll just do what you’ve done every day before. Do you know me or not?

Did you want to or not?

Was everything a dream?

Or not?

And why do you keep sending me to the door?

Now they say give a damn, and something about those Turks, but I love that place too,

The place beyond that is hurting, the people who are hurting, but it’s already bleeding, and the pain is too heavy.

I can’t carry the world on shoulders bent down with head bent to shadows and eyes to the ground.

Too tired to look up, looking up brings pain, it’s all beautiful,

And I still feel like the one and only beast.

I only feel pain, and it hurts to breathe.