i called to you once
but you didn’t hear me
you walked away she said
now your handcuffed by idealism
and desperate realism
your cursed to forever walk in the past
i think this job is killing me
people just piss me off he said
he just wanted to run away
into a northern forest
to live like a recluse
drunk
mad, happy and free
form a world that had faded
he couldn’t take the sadness anymore
living on a diet of cigarettes Doritos and beer
sometimes the sickness burned his gut
other times it made him tired
though he never slept
rest is for those who have comfort
and peace
For those of us who are brilliant and weary
well
we just carry on
trying to change the world
but afraid to change ourselves