Fishing In The Street

Let the creativity flow without a thing in the world
to write about. Just another epic,
of another great catastrophe,
and the consequences faced.

In the meantime, hello Lonely,
how are you doing today?
You sad and lonely man,
tragic like a Shakespearian play.

Long forgotten by the ones you love.
Turned to stone by the hands of time.
Neglected as the Vernal wind passes through you.
Not even six feet under and you go unnoticed.

We're like the stone statues
who get their pictures taken every now and again.
Besides that, we go unnoticed,
with no one to call our own.

Nothing original at all,
just the same thing reworded
about one thousand times
to commemorate the characters.

I'm poetic now, but once I try,
it's all lost.
Lost like paradise.
I just wish this ticket could be recycled.

This melancholy music
at the end of the road,
makes them all run from their problems,
but it never is okay.

And they're never truly happy....
For, what is happiness in the first place?
Not something you can buy in a store.
Not something given as a gift.

The music eases your mind
until your emotions are poked at with a stick
repeatedly. Until your eyes bleed rivers of blue crystals,
and your heart aches for justice of any kind.

But good luck with the justice thing,
because we're in real life now.
There's no such thing as fairness.
And the b@stard you know is the hero you hate.

So let the creativity flow,
without a thing in the world to write about.
In the meantime, hello lonely,
long forgotten by the ones you love.

We're like stone statues. Nothing original at all.
I'm poetic now, but once I try,
this melancholy music never is okay.
They're never truly happy.

The music just eases your mind.
And your heart aches for justice of any kind.
There's no such thing as fairness -
But good luck with the justice thing.