Why can’t you comprehend what I’m thinking?
Why do you always miss the point?
I can’t come to your level of feeling.
Don’t mistake this as condescending.
You think that life is precious,
But I see it as a weight.
This burden needs to be lifted.
So tell me what would it take.
It’s hard to find ascension in the minds of people around me.
If anything, I see deconstruction, and backsliding doesn’t astound me.
I ask God what propels me forward, and it seems I’m here to wait for an answer.
But I see as I grow older humanity is more like a cancer.
Why can’t you dive a little bit deeper so I don’t feel so lonely?
Why does everything I discuss seem to go over your head?
I don’t find happiness in your illusion;
Your mundane and finite living.
Something tells me I don’t belong here.
Maybe I’m just better off dead.