Death is the end

It matters what goes on right now. In the moment. Nothing lasts. What does it matter where you go or what happens to your body after you die. You have expired and will not know the difference. No longer feeling or experiencing, breathing no more. Life has ended and there is no more for you. You follow in the footsteps of generations gone by. I will follow also when it is my turn, as will everyone I know or have ever met. So will all the people who have ever been born. They too will die and meet the end of existence. There is no point in pondering what happens in death because it will make no matter when it happens. There is no point even regretting past mistakes or choices. Life in the now because it is what is right here in front of you.

In Memory of Mary Theresa Omiecinski, my grandma.

Imagine

Why so many divisions and separations?
John had it right, let’s imagine what the world would be like
Without all the shit that fucks people up
And makes us all hate each other

Because we are all the same
Cut us in the middle, we all bleed
We are part of each other
So when you take another, you take yourself

No longer a slave to delusions
No longer a puppet to facades
I am sick of all the bullshit and sick of all the lies
No longer believing in the fucked up god of the skies

Control

Zombies, puppets, whatever you want to call it
Controlled by something outside of themselves
Whenever I am forced to give up part of myself, a red flag goes up
Whenever I am told what to do, I say shut the fuck up

Let me make up my own damn mind
I will live my life however I want
I want to do what makes me happy, haven't figured out what that is yet
I want you to find the same, and in the process can't we grow as friends?

What Really Matters

I want to talk about truth, peace, love, and happiness
All they want to talk about is shopping
I feel like I am being punished for being myself
Stop trying to convert me back or hoping that I will find the path again

I can't go back now that I know the truth
The truth really does set me free
Ignorance is NOT bliss, unless you want it to be
Ignorance is a choice, nothing more

Find yourself and you will find truth
You are not what you wear
You are no how much you make
You are so much more, why do you diminish who you are?

Don't play if off as something supernatural
You are what is super and you are totally natural
I am my own hero
And maybe in the process of me finding myself, I can be a hero to someone else as well

Shallow

Everyone wants to talk about the weather
I want to go deeper but they say no and stay away
They get uncomfortable, uneasy
Is it because inside they know the truth too?

Screaming and shouting but no one hears
I feel like I am drowning in endless lies
Inundated with it everywhere
I can't get away from it

But it pulls me down
Takes a part of me with it
I don't want to give up part of myself
I am me and like me this way

This is how I am supposed to be
Stop trying to save me or change me
I am more myself than I ever have been
I only wish you knew yourself as well