Catch-22

People should not be each other's purpose

I mean-

Sure, the grass was greener on days when I had you

And yes, I wore this brainless smile

Because In matters of the heart- we're all a bunch of morons

Gawking at the most fickle of things

Thinking time will play to our tune

I thought we'd have april

Hell, I thought we'd at least have June

And now the phone is deafeningly silent

A devious instrument of imbecilic hope

You always told me that life is far too short-

Far too short to fein and mope-

To sit around and wait for the plot to thicken and quake

You embody that line- you are the master of your fate

you don't tear at the storm, you don't crumble and shake

I wish I was that strong, but this time I may break…

'Cause...

I'm tired of building things that turn to dust

I'm tired of ruins- great walls preserved to sever us

Where did the time go?

Just last month it seemed we still had plenty

And my urn was filled with sweet ignorance

Until we untethered gently

Time passes- the curtain closes

We speed through highways of our own

Through valleys of angry mobs and silent cheers

And yet... even after all these years

You remain my single guidepost-

To any chance at a purpose