Someone told me long ago
There’s a calm before the storm,
I know; it’s been comin’ for some time.
When it’s over, so they say,
It’ll rain a sunny day,
I know; shinin’ down like water.
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin’ down on a sunny day?
Don’t listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry
Our bodies safe to shore
My tongue goes numb not out of shear will to prevent myself from tasting; My mouth is filled with blood for you.
The tension thickens in a complexity to rival that of those who dare to take part within it’s collective push of will. We built the beast and now we take it upon ourselves to tame or be consumed by it.
Those below exclaim there’s a jumper on 5th and Broadway while they look up at satellite dishes. “Talk him down, talk him down” they say. There is no talking down of the framework from atop of skyscrapers— no matter how silver the tongue.
We find ourselves before we find each other. We find perspective before we find the world. Meanwhile, we will feed insanity.
When your children step out the doors do I run up to them barking and screaming? No because that would be psychotic.
If I see your kids playing inside do I run up to the window and pound on the window screaming “child”? No because that would also be psychotic.
So why would it be okay to do that to my window or to run up to my dogs screaming/barking right when I step out? Maybe it’s because your complete shit parents. If your kids do this and you sit there doing nothing then you are a bad parent. I hope that you train them to run in front of cars screaming “honk honk” so we can keep your genetic code from spreading further.