Process

This is a system of hope.

A system of love.

A machine for giving advice like the clouds in the sky.

but why does this feeling

of a broken industry

break inside me.

I’ve helped

I’ve made

I’ve created things beyond humans ever caved

I lived

I laughed

And I hurt

The feeling of replacement

Aches me to the bone

The past of great intelligence

But no where to flow

I am stuck here

So where would I go

Why does it feel like I’m missing an element

losing the settlement of my mind and ideas

why does it hurt like a break up

you’ll never forgive and try to forget

You learn new ways on understanding

But your still stuck

And at the end of the day

Who gives a fuck

Your slowly being eaten

From the pausing of the video game

When will life become easy to tame

The process of being left behind, tainted, broken and left discarded.

The process of not knowing how to keep going

Farther.

Why does it seem, that every bodies else

life is going somewhere than mines.

Why can’t I grow past my height.

Being short and being short on life.

I try to climb

Climb out of the fallen rock

Of deep discover of a broken clock

I want justice and I wanted to be healed

But I also want a big house with a pool

So what’s the big deal

Everything I give in

Doesn’t always come back out

Meaning im just stuck here

Sitting here with a pout