I really hate the feeling
Blooming in my chest
But that simple feeling
Puts my heart to rest
It silences my qualms
And blinds my fears
And allows honor to triumph
Even through all these years
It is a state
That we all have been in
The one where we stop caring
Exactly who did what when
The feeling of indifference
Doesn't make us feel whole
But sometimes
It stops it all
It brings the whole world to a halt
It lets us slow down and think
About better things,
Other things,
More important things
By abandoning the "here" and "now"
And by emptying us of ourselves
It opens the mind to rationality
But also makes us cold
We blow off all the people
That we've ever known
But sometimes, a very few times,
A couple events in your life
Can be distanced from
And the feeling of indifference
Can then be carefully used.
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoesíaI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
