..and the world still turns when you're not around.
It’s been a while since I’ve said anything
So much is different
But it’s so much the same
Story of my life
Or at least the last four years
I’ve been writing differently
Sentences instead of fragments
Press-releases instead of sound bytes
I think politics is like a big high school election
Name calling and smear campaigns
It won’t get fixed until it’s not about that anymore
I feel so disconnected from anything that major
One vote in a sea of millions
One pebble on the side of the campaign trail
I elect to ignore it all for a while
You’re not ready
I’m ill prepared
We could start the clock on a real deadline and not know it
Neither of us could set aside the time
It’s so easy to disconnect from rationality
I can pride myself on being logical
But where is logic when it really counts?
I boast intelligence
But what good is it when it’s not put to use?
Simple words escape
They define me instead of the other way around
You don’t even know
I’m here waiting
Looking in on your words like a voyeur
If I stare long enough maybe I’ll become a part of it
Invite me in and I might come
You can trace my veins like highways and see where they lead
I carry lies in my jacket to sell like watches
And you’re a repeat customer
Curl up under your blankets tonight
It’s going to get cold again.
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