The lies we get for free
  can cost us everything;
Seems those who can’t command a stage
  still judge how others sing;

We know the line is thin between
  exciting times and trauma;
And long to lead us peaceful lives
  we then fill up

  with drama

There’s mystery across the sky,
And secrets ‘long the way:
But those who say don’t know,
And those who know don’t say.

The paradox is everywhere,
The riddle’s in our blood:
That those upon the lowest ground
Are safest from the flood.

You’re searching for a someday kiss,
Your soul can hear a song,
But company accompanies
The hearts that don’t belong.

You married your ingratitude
Then traded it for whimsy,
The solidest of all your hopes?
The one most flimsy.

But strawberries and opal sand
Don’t cost much, anyway —
They’re somewhere, now, just waiting:
But those who know

Won’t say

We dwell on much that can never know;
Like how much easier some lives must be —
Although, some would be harder, we’ll admit,
We do not really use that
Symmetry

Also…

What is it about self-righteousness
That makes people who model it
Not only unaware that they have it, but
Accuse everyone else of it?

If being perfect
Makes a person happy —

What is it about self-righteousness
That makes people so angry?

Every year I get wiser
But have less and less energy
So, about the time I know everything
I’ll have nothing left

Sometimes, I’m the epitome

Of people I “see through” —

And if I didn’t know me,

I’m not sure that I’d

Want to