You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane

Life encompasses me
Circling around the room
Can't grab hold of it
Can only reflect my image onto it

It would appear that I am needed
Even though most would disagree
My eyes can't lie
I am the judge of that

So you spread your hate
Seeding it deep
How listless to productive work you are
When your spite grows more every day

Content with my place
At ease with shortcomings
Is it all for a greater purpose
Or is this just another dice toss?

Not that it matters
I'm here ... can't change that
So, why is it, instead of making good of it
I'm buried in a nameless grave?

To Hell with your opinion
Just as mine was cast to flames
It's time to count the failures by what was learned
Not by what went wrong

Control is in the eye of the beholder
And you have none over me
This path grows more interesting
And I really can't stop to chat

And how I used to be

Watching my shadow fall
On a different doorstep
Analyzing from a safe distance
The consequences without consequence

Certain rituals must be passed
Fill out this form please
Only in pen, no forgetting the past
Signed in someone elses name

Why bother buying what soon will be broken?
No precaution can prevent
Realize the inevitability of Time
And rip the clock from the wall

Soon, the Deja Vu will overcome you
Like calendar pages in the wind
Best to land where you started
Like the journey never happened

And we slowly move forward and together
And lose more everyday
And the songs only playing from the middle
Silver medals for all

Stuck in a world of isolation while the ivy grows over the door

Swine will dine on the oysters prize
And wild dogs run free through the church
Someone has profited from the absence of caution
The world has ended and began somewhere

But the headlines are blurred beyond reason
The fine print bold and underlined
It all makes sense when you close your eyes
And think about nothing at all

Trapped between the then and the when
Trying to brace up the doors
But the damn phone won't stop ringing
Even though there's nobody home

And the irony of it all is the incomprehensible release
The invisible milestones marking the way
Pictures made of cellophane; Letters written in white
No one the wiser for the hole that's been dug

Undeserved and taking more/Setting fire to the locks and keys