Wishy Washy

There are so many things that inspire me There are so many people I wish I could meet And I’ll still feel this way As I lie on my deathbed Looking back on my life and having my last thought be That there were so many things I never knew That there were so many things I wanted to do True inspiration is impossible to find Our universe is completely and romantically entwined I find it sort of beautiful, and a bit depressing That we’re all connected in one atrocious way We’re all alive, but whether we’re all living Is an entirely different story My wrist is hurting and my desperation is begging to go There will be nothing I regret more Than having to accept I will never accomplish or create Anything that caused inspiration to someone else struggling I will always regret that the day will never come Where someone will listen to my words and taste them on their tongue And feel the way I feel today I will never fill someone with the yearning I have now Knowing of the amazing things one person can create My concentration’s been lost and now I am too For what am I when I’m not put into words? How can I understand the world when I can’t comprehend That everything and nothing will come to an end? True faith is hard to come by and there’s a reason for that But to call it divine intervention’s bit of a stretch This song doesn’t have a chorus I’m sick of repetition I’m sorry you can’t sing along Maybe you can learn the meaning and listen for once My words aren’t for everyone, not every ear can handle this sound If yours can I pity you, because the feelings I feel Aren’t ones I’d wish on anyone real