Elucidating Questions

These days everything that hurts feels like deja vu,

It’s just people taking the same actions, against the one who never took actions.

The actions made always swept away into silence.

They say love works backwards,

A currency,

If that is true then why spend love on anything after all if I deserve this then I don’t deserve love

Love, deja vu.

The further into the night, the darker it gets like some cheesy disgusting ham of a speech so why don’t I just do it?

Guilt must be a currency felt ahead of time, actions not taken actions taken both end up in regret and guilt.

Look how far we’ve come, to be where we are now,

Is a knife wound bleeding into the dirt.

In a perfect world you could kill hundreds and still have a family at the end.

A theme of romance seldom called but always told,

The hero is forgivable, gets every second chance.

Even in total destruction ends up with gold.

In reality the wind blows, the night is mild,

The ground is cool and the sky is clouds that haven’t fallen.

Hiding in pianos because words just hurt.

The blanket of simplicity hidden in the complexity

The retelling of a song once told.

Music heard now often,

Now the artist will never benefit.

But to hear perhaps his own music, surely to hate it,

And write his own, to make it better.

If only this world saw the todays.