Jaded

The frost is too quick,

frozen over all of your mind,

an allusion too sweet to care,

miserable in it's very own, cause,

please join our cause.

Muscle your way through,

that's who you are,

but when the only muscle, is your jaw,

the noises become blank space,

never to be filled,until your big head expands,

past the moon and the stars,

still not big enough to fill the hole you dug.

A human acting,

a poor acting,

a foolish life to live,

light guide to future foretold,

until that frost, evaporates,

until you really wake up.