Real Choice

The Happy Inconsistencies

Little round weight
In the center of my chest
Little hopeless thoughts
Kept close to my vest

Little circles of personal frustration
Endless waves of Pointless vacillation
Dishonest assumptions
Copacetic prevarication

Don’t wanna say the way that I really feel
Don’t wanna know the reality I conceal

Gimme some medication
God I really need a drink.
Give me some kind of distraction
Amuse means not to think

Oh I’m given to introspection
Oh that was just a lie
I’m given to self distraction
and staring at the sky

chorus:
Give me an answer, let me hear your voice,
give me a vision give me a real choice.
(2x)

In between the nothing
And the halfway might have been
The incomplete and the insincere.
In my journal’s empty pages
Empty of everything but fear
Centuries of thoughts that are all dying away in stages
In the detritus of my hobbies.
In the dust of my dreams as they
died on their pages.
And the selling of my childrens future
In the things that we won’t tell the
children,
I told the truth but I’m afraid I told a lie.
…
In the beginning was the sound
The primal gasp of life
Who was I when I yet lived
What may I become after I die.

chorus.