a trip in the present

the older i get i realize i dont know shit
my minds foggy, unreadable right now where i sit
closing open doors, and shutting off the lights
cant ever forget that the freaks come out at night
while your children lay asleep in theyre beds
images of bladed gloves dance through someones head
it seems we cant take shit for granted
a saying well said
locked in a sedentary mindstate-
you might as well be dead
skyes fade away as do memories and people
just knowing that the world seems to be more evil
how do we keep on? i dont understand it
but we do...maybe someone planned it
some people give up the best things just to find something new
the inevitable last step, move forward or trust in current position
me, all i want is someone to listen, to speak,
to let me hold them when im weak
to smile with me and be truthful
leave behind the future and stay youthful
if i was too worry about where i was going
how could i ever get there?
but i cant help but think sometimes, maybe im not going anywhere
and if so, i just want you here with me
cause the futures not something we can ever see

was finishing this up and decided to write it in here since i can type faster than i can write..more random thoughts