avenue of a lonely god

i live alone on mount olympus

nobody gets this

they keep swearing there is meaning

and feel that it is their responsibility

to change me

 

if i would only change my perspective

not understanding they are only supporting

my argument that it is all perspective

 

truth is what we can prove

and nothing is proven

suburbs, suicide or synchronicity

ideas are as meaningless as you and me

 

so stop preaching

stop reaching

if i could visibly watch you feed the 5,000

from a few fishes and a loaf of bread

then i would believe all that is said

 

till then it is all stories

meant to give meaning

where none actually exist

 

ideas to justify the suffering

suffer for a higher cause

all else is a waste

 

and i don’t deny

dark streets of decay

are just that

wasting away

 

in every sense of the word

 

but when i ask you to what purpose

and you answer

i then say again

“and to what purpose?”

 

because you have no answer

your answer doesn’t answer

it just satisfies you

and all you do

 

but not me

i’m drifting on another avenue

and not only all your words

but also you are completely insignificant

 

 just like me

but it seems i am the only one free

because i have no expectation of what should be

 

beyond me on these streets

and feeling that things should be

another way

and all the words you say

will not convict

but only acquit

 

and set me free

to walk and let me be me

because you cannot give me a reason to change

an ideal i should suffer for and rearrange

 

because words are not true

and if you think it is enough that the words came from you

 

i can see you do not know anything

 

of course nothing can be known

oh why can’t everyone just leave me alone

 

why can’t salvation be satisfied without the word us

why am i walking your olympus

and finding no gods to whom i will ever answer

 

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