Originally Published on Medium - September 17, 2018
Am I something or nothing, who can decide
Might figure it out if I could spill tears from my eyes
There’s no way of knowing where any path leads
The only thing to know is everyone bleeds
Not red and white, or red white and blue
So prove to me how anyone is different from us
The thoughts are there, the intent is good.
But does trying to take on their weight inevitably weigh me down
I cant help the way I see the world
Both realistic and idealistic
It makes my life far from simplistic
The world is bad, the world is good
The problem is I see how the world could be
But does trying to take on its weight inevitably weigh me down
Maybe the world knows whats up
It handles the good with the bad
Something I’ve never been good at; balance
The world isnt black and white
Its brown and beige and green and pink and purple
If only my brain could see in technicolor
The problems are complex, and never ending
No one can fix all of them, not even me.
But do I instead just focus on me?
I want to make a difference, but theres so much to make
The more I focus on me, the less focussed I feel
What is happy anyway
A rock or a hard place
Is my happiness more important than anyone elses
Does trying to take on the weight inevitably weigh me down?
What do I want to do with my life, I have no idea
But anything less than everything
Feels like nothing