...Take Out a Pencil...

Nobody know
Nobody care
We all floating along
In our own rocking chair...
And, as they say
We play
And walk the cliche...
Now, we may
Often speak the same words
But have our own tone
While walking in the same direction
We each have uniqueness to which we roam...
And never before 
Did I see so clearly
The cliches of life
Staring back at me...
I feel more awake and alive past midnight
Than 'round supper time
I can't taste clearly
But that's how I see
When the sun comes up
And lights us a brand new day
And on we continue walking cliche...
And in the midst of all this there's a song
And in the midst of all that there's a war
All this while they do yoga in the park
Can someone else's words
Can someone else's death
Spark purposeful direction
Or shall we sit and wait for another hopeful election...
I don't know
I don't even know my own name
You're a lost soul
When somebody yells your name
And you yell back
Oh yeah, I once knew him
When on the next break to sin
Think back to then
And ask would he proceed
And do the opposite...
I need that cliche
Just to walk some way
I need that song
Just to carry on
I need that war
To convince myself
I have more than that guy to live for
I need my pet
Maybe more than you
Please don't get upset
For he'll never let me think otherwise...
Take out a pencil
If they still exist
And add question marks
To everything I've ever written
So nobody catches me in the act
Of not knowing...
Show me something, lord
I may start believing in god -
Just for its acoustics...
And, do you think if I told you
That your vision will come to fruition
This road along the way would be less hellish...
And, it's got me thinking
That you're the only one
That's got me considering
Erasing that punctuation...