Resolution ☻
I find solace in the search of a soulmate~
Although tedious, I can't help but look for
A piece of Ash from a Cremation, dispersed across the ocean
As if it knows me~
I find solace behind the computer screen~
Although it has a mind of its own,
At night, it can have ways to lead my
Hands to make a man unfaithful~
TV's the same, providing programs on different stations,
Broadcasting VeggieTales in the morning,
But pass nine, it's x-rated~
Ratings that we have no control over
But we control the remote,
So we are like the hands of God and
With each click, we're giving a new world order~
Parental Control at its highest power couldn't
Hold a torch to a kids imagination,
So we use the remote as light to give guidance to our imagination~
But I'm still in search of a soulmate~
These daily routine check ups in hopes to find that show,
Clicking through tunes to conspire an idea of what I want;
This searching just leaves my fingers hurting
But my eyes are always looking...
I make spectacle of “this” because we use eyes to watch “this”
While eyes watch recording devices display them on “this”
And I'm attracted to it~
A fan to it~
20 years a slave to it~
The “reality” behind it intrigues me and she knows it...
Only a wide eye with an open mind can subside
The absence of your presence,
Let coincidences align for the night,
Cause what we have is pure astronomy~
And you don't have to be on ABC to be dancing with the stars;
Let's be modern marvels and moonwalk on fantasies,
We can take back the night through rewind like features
And constantly replay this feeling,
Fast-forward pass rocky moments
But hit pause to savior the romantic ones,
With the upcoming days showing rerun
Specials through various hours~
This might sound heartless for me to say this,
But I wouldn't be surprise if I were to wake up
The next morning and find out my show is canceled...
The trick to “this” displayed reality is that
It is built off of a false pretense version of our daily lives;
Sculpted to fit the vision of the viewers watching~
To have your biggest fan not defend you is a problem
But to say that I don't need you, I'd be lying...
I control the remote but you give me oxygen
Which sucks because I'm going to have to
Find an artificial way of breathing or die searching...
When these security codes begin to block our
Paths from crossing one another, we'll
see how desperately we need each other,
But if only one of us is searching then
That just shows how insecure the mind goes
When ya eyes are blindfolded...
I am no longer a man behind a remote making choices,
I am the light giving guidance to imagination;
The choices I make is simply to conspire ideas
But I am still in search of a soulmate~