Everything is mediocrity…
Days and weeks blur, ho same hum, average.
Your run of the mill soundbites numb me.
Abnormal, perhaps, but I seek leverage.
Nothing at all seems worth believing;
nothing appears to have consequence;
nothing more than usual heals my mind,
because everyone sits on the fence
Everyone is following the craze.
Yet everything is same-old standard.
Helps me to understand suicide
when wariness leaves us all guarded
Nothing I say is so valuable
it can’t be turned into a trite badge.
This feels like the emblem of our age:
Nothing’s sacred; everything’s the rage
Everyone needs to throw their rulebooks
away, find their own passionate play.
I’m sick of being told what to read,
or new things I supposedly need.
Nothing but rage is shown on my face.
Nothing is left in me to express.
Nothing has devoured everything.
Now is the time when I must regress.
Another oppositional narrative inspired by a song of the same title
Everything And Nothing by Mudvayne (lyrics below)
We swallow the spit,
Steal acceptance lend denial,
Telling me that my life is free and boundless,
Then I’m forced to stay between the lines,
They construct death to demolish life,
Plant the seeds to harvest loss,
Found empty truth is full of lies,
We’re hoping for despair,
Subtle chaotic peace,
War divided unity,
Pro life, pro choice,
Left wing, right wing,
I am everything I am nothing,
Stop fuckin’ with me, I’m the accused I’m not the enemy
You’re so confused no way you could enlighten me,
No freedom trapped in slavery, deceitful honesty
Mother fuckin’ human not a machine
Lay your hands upon me,
In search for answers inviting,
Constant struggle inside me,
Guide me through this nothing that’s everything
I am everything I am nothing