You’re living your best
I’m coming apart
You’re looking so blessed
I’ve fallen so far
I’m searching for rest
For my weary heart
But I’m feeling it less
And it’s getting so hard
Watching all the socials, and I see you’re doing fine
Posting all your selfies, and your numbers always climb
Everyone likes looking at the life they want to find
No one likes relating to the people in decline
No one likes the mirror when it shows them what’s inside
Everyone would rather look for dreams they can’t define
Something better, richer, bigger, more than the next guy
A little bit more money, then we’ll sure be satisfied
A little something extra on the top of what is mine
A little fleeting sense of bliss that’s sure to fade in time
Possessions are possessing us, contentment’s undermined
We’re sure the grass is greener when we check the other side
But the image that we’re seein’ is a cover meant to hide
That what’s beyond the fence is barren, and the advertisements lied
When they’re selling us true livin’ from a place where hope has died
Spending all day
Looking through the fence at other pastures
While the opportunities to do your passion’s slipping past ya
Going astray,
Blowing off the skills that I should master
But I’m jealous of all these who do it better, do it faster
Making my way
Working toward the goals I set for last year
But the more I run it seems the finish line is moving backwards
I like to say
That I’m taking my time when I’m slow to stack words
But it’s like I’m running, sprinting on a leg that’s fractured
Time heals all wounds
That’s what they say, but I am not sure
Seems sometime soon
I’d be on my way, but I’ve still got hurt
Trying to ruin
What I dream someday will give me pleasure
With the illusion of the harmlessness of leisure
I take a measure of the distance I have traveled,
Should convince me that my dreams haven’t unraveled
But the crowd of voices in my head all babble
Like the war is over and I’ve lost the battle
Like the judge declared the sentence, rapped the gavel
On the block, we’re off the clock, this is just rabble
And it’s rousing nothing, no, at best I dabble
In the meaning of the verse with which I grapple
So I look beyond the fence for what I tell myself I need.
“If I had it good like that, then I’m sure I would succeed.”