I think I liked it better being blind
When I couldn’t read between the lines
When I couldn’t see the cracks in the structure that lay bare before me the whole time

I think I liked it better back when I
Suspended disbelief and swallowed pride
I thought I knew the difference in the red from the blue but they both bleed us so dry

My favorite songs don’t hit the same way,
Cause I get to the end of a 4-minute track, and Im only look back thinking ‘what did they actually SAY?’

I try to sit down with my wife and watch TV,
But I just see propaganda elevating the police in the simplest of sitcom banter, the tiny little altars full of offerings to corporate masters, every well planned, wide-pan shot of the name brands in the pantry, pullback one long tracking shot, out to the garage to the logo on the Camry, nice tight shot of the Camry,
Close up view of the Camry,
Slow pan up on the Camry,
Long slow zoom to the unmoving human who’s up in the front with a tube pumping fumes to him straight from the back of the Camry
Ashamed he just could not provide for himself, let alone for his family.

It’s a blue-pill mindset that spent 2020 making dance beats.


Ignorance is bliss,
which explains why a lot of us are so fucking happy
Quick to take the trip for all its trappings
Never one to ask what’s up what’s going on, or god forbid what’s happening
A lot of us would strap into the ride
And then spit right in the eye of the guy whose job it is to to snap our fastenings,
But maybe we’re all born with that capacity
Maybe each of us comes standard with humor, compassion, malice, and audacity.
Some of us are blind to the system, and some see it fine but say “this is how it has to be”
Some of us can stare wide-eyed at a nationwide human catastrophe and only offer platitudes and recipes!!!!!

And I wish that I could tell myself that nothing’s worth obsessing past my everyday necessities

I wish that I could cry ‘fake news’ over anything that threatened me

tune out our abuses and consume a little levity

I wish that I could offer up my Son a smoother destiny

I wish I had some better lessons for how best to answer questions for the things I’ve been perpetually questioning

But I’m too busy looking at our leaders wondering what I may be missing from their messaging

Trying to find the reasoning to let a quarter million people meet an early reckoning,

Even though I know the truth, it’s hard to swallow something that’s so literally sickening

Hope is ever dwindling
Covid ever beckoning
Winter slows your breathing,
But your pulse is ever quickening


Even though I know the truth it’s hard to keep listening.

I’m done with my epiphany, my innocence is blistering, I’d like to think I’d taste the earth before I’d ever kiss the ring

Hard to speak the truth,
Harder still to keep listening.

Sometimes I think I miss being (blind)