a poem about thinking

interstate endings with a patient crime
as the patient is waiting for the proper time
to begin to begin thinking about the end
a baby boy carries innocence and
turns the page to find that its just
something about something about love

in the closest of fashions he catches blue eyes
and their owner smiles as she reads between the lines
attraction leads to action which comes to clarity
for a brief moment he hears a voice that says
"without paper weights we all have a choice to
put everything into anything to find meaning"

theres just something about definition in waiting
a blank stare at blank loose leaf with debating
and hell will never ask for the best of anything
it just demands your life in exchange for nothing

a wave of inspiration and a careful count
and with prescription pills he has something to write about
unhappiness rewrites happiness in utter defiance
the pen will start moving in the direction of heartbreak
and construct a dream that he has while he's awake
between youth and university he finds meaning

and nothing makes sense until it starts making sense
the pieces piece together in the trend of common sense
but paper just burns faster without clever lines
apologies and a hollow bookcase
a lustful look and here comes the hollow chase
to hear temptations name spoken and feel an empty kiss

and the city sees the sunset and raises it the glow
of the skyline to call the bluff the sunset obviously shows
and heaven has given grace for the best of me
as the worst slowly dies, i recieve everything for nothing