He is God.
All knowing and all powerful,
Surveying his followers,
Cold, calculating attachment.
He can fix everything.
He is queen.
They cluster around him,
Wanting his love, his attention,
His word, his approval, his law.
He can fix everything.
He is concierge.
He knows how to please them,
They fall into his arms
manipulated, oblivious all his.
He can fix everything.
He is solitary.
They can’t understand him,
a mystery, unquestioned,
Undisputed, unargued, unseen.
He can fix everything.
He is scared.
The risk of being found out,
The fear of being understood,
Recognized, discovered, known.
He can fix everything.
He is human.
But
Nothing seems fair and nothing seems right
When a life is snatched into the night
An empty feeling, a heavy heart
Cold readjustment in the dark
Life seems duller, the lines are blurred
We struggle to remember what we learned
The impact they had upon our lives
The little things that make you cry
No emotion seems quite correct
No thoughts or logic can connect
You sit alone, your hands gone numb
You sit and wonder what you've done
You think about the life you live
Then hate yourself for how it is
You scratch and claw yourself for meaning
You hate yourself for even being
You wonder why its always those
Who see no cons, only the