Two Different Breeds

Three out of four seasons, where I live, there exists
A mixture of addiction and chaos
Two different breeds--far from harmony
A strange display to say the least.

Then the weather gets
Less receptive.

Artificial Light

An artificial light
Casts an artificial shadow
On an otherwise perfectly natural evening.
Doesn’t change a thing, but it
Will be here 'till the morning.

I could see
Sobriety
At the edge of the horizon
Doesn’t change a thing, but it
Will be here in the morning.

Which came first--dynamic or static?
Bad dreams or bad eating habits?
Medicine or mad hatters, with answers
To all of the questions we shouldn't even ask?
We're spiritual misfits,
Misguided
By an artificial light
At the end
Of an artificial tunnel.
Come on show me a sign
In any other building--
You know--
One that wasn't only built for that lonely meaning.

Mad hatters or medicine--is there a difference?
Is there any way we can pay to take the pain away?
Acknowledged follies and acquitted innocence are opposites, but
Paradoxically we think
Either way, our debt's repaid the same.

I can see
Sobriety
On the edge of the horizon.
Doesn't change a thing--does it?

Attention Deficit

History repeats--
You see a fool keeps singing the same tune.
And mystery retreats
Until the fool's got nothing to say.

And
When

Anything's the matter and everything's up for grabs,
Attention deficit becomes the best attention-getter.
Nothing like the present to bitch about the past.
You'll never find anything better.

People are misunderstanding people
underestimating everything.
And I'm not misunderstood--how can I be
When nobody is listening?

People are misunderstanding people
not quite estimating anything right.
And any surprise
Is a lack of vision in my eyes.