A Slow Descent

i'm tired

cynical and broken, but wiser

heavy with a sense of resentment

but i used to be so much different

i used to have so much faith

when i started

you knew that i always meant it

i knew i could make a difference

i struggled to be heard

and then finally, one day people started listening

and i knew it

but as soon as it began it was ruined

a slow descent from unique to routine

over and over

"just do it again and this time with feeling"

the spotlight

the focus on the friends and the feelings

that made those stupid songs all worth singing

and don't you say a word

unless you're pretty sure that you want it analyzed

so we drove

for what seemed like days

over roads

and four lane highways

we said all we had to say

and i realized in time that it didn't mean anything

never

not ever again...

not like that

"it's only a matter of time"