Between Shuttles

[Verse 1]
Another shuttle from the airport B-Town the destination
My best verses these days seem to be compilations
Easy interaction opposite of complication
Is what I need in my life
Over tea we make conversation
You ask what I’m slated for
I can only hope for more
Than a mid-American job I spend years gaining rapport at
The conversation shifts to inequity
Where the poor at?
And how do you help?
Acknowledge everything real
It’s hard to do when you exist in a bubble
I gotta take a thousand showers just to get the blood off my hands
Soap falls into my eyes
There’s a pause I feel a sting
It’s nothing in comparison
I hysterically laugh
At everything I’ve enabled
I’ in love with a fable
Lost in a digital sea
I’m nothing without my cables
And boxes
To tell me where I’m at
And who I’m with
Where I’m going
What is this?
Is it real?
Do you exist?
Do you love?
What’s it like?
Are you in love with your life?
For what is that you fight?
What keeps you up at night?
I’m so good at posing questions I’ll never answer myself
Maybe it’s an extension of me never asking for help
Stubborn soul
But you have to be
Just to avoid the apathy
Observing the nation’s dilapidation mad casually
Second fall of Rome
We’re embracing it pretty passively
Or maybe I’m dramatic
Nah, everyday there’s tragedy
Thought it’s twisted I’m deriving good from in it
It’s truly a blessing to be on this plane of existence
Take hatred for what it is
Never run from well wishes
Love everyone
Suffering is the human condition