Cure

Blandness fades into pain at the thought of everything the same
The same as it was before, when I promised that I was out the door
And now it’s come back to this, that same discomfort I started to miss
But here it is before me once more, to show me what’s left in store
Will it hurt like it did that day, or can my mind make it finally go away
Who knows where we go from here, when all that’s left is me and fear
That fear that lets you know you’re alive and causes you to always strive
Pushing harder to be something great or fall back towards blackened gates
Then again do I really care if life ever gets truly fair
Fair is for fools searching in the night, looking for something to make the words alright
And for those of you in need of a cure, you should look further than these empty words

— Originally published December 6, 2003 —