sometimes i get sad for silly reasons

friends change and those you loved may not love you

the way you think they ought the way that you've

been trying hard to live so right so good

like kids, drunk, playing games they shouldnt play

because they never listened to the rules

so dumbly they get changed the game gets long

instead of seeing it to the bitter end

on home they run to eat in daddy's seat

yet he's not heading home nor will he be

you're him now don't you see you have his face

the lines etched in your brow the wrinkled eyes

the faces that you made at things have stayed

bear traps you lived avoiding, now cannot 

you bought some things you never get to use

or choose not to, the difference is too thin 

remembering all the ways you didnt change

but should have because hey, cmon, get real

one man can't stand alone against the tide

nor can you keep your finger in the dike

the silent drives are howling just as loud
as twisting cyclones clawing at the earth

and plucking up the statues in their path

that's you- once stone- you're now a cloud of dust

a pile of salt that used to be a man

you fought to stay ahead the jostling crowd 

and now you're getting crushed against the fence

alongside me and other lonesome dream-
ers eking out the reasons to survive

and writing them on tiny glowing screens 

to see them washed away or scrolled by, fast

like monks bent seated down at wooden desks

with fingers clicking nonsense to the world

they turn their backs to not see all their thoughts

absorbed into the sand, now gone for good

on looking back i see the world evolve
and gen'rally i've thought that to be fine
but this is something else it's something worse

i stomach the erosion of the shore
but dread the shifting continental plates

preferring changing colors of the leaves

to forest fires spewing ash and filth

but what are acts of man to acts of god

since when are we the masters of our fate

by clinging to some floating slab of wood

that used to be a pew in some great church

some old stone institution grown to save us
from the miseries i've rushed to greet
and what about this flotsam floating by
who do not heed the ocean's fickle whim
i laugh at your belief in faith and god
while yearning for the truth to rear it's head

and swallow me like Jonah in the whale
but sorrows just insult the ones i love

as if they're not the stars i use to steer

yet whether they have noticed or have not

i've never been too keen on holding back

from scrawling out my miseries to read

one day in happier times and laugh out loud

sometimes my mood is governed by the seasons
and sometimes i get sad for silly reasons