The Mass of the Earth

I just wrote to tell you this;

I did just my very best

I went far but got stuck there

I picked up the pieces, i was your vigilant soldier

But the mass of the earth just weighed too heavily on me

How can truth be opinion?

How can fact be right and wrong?

The familiar turned strange, good and evil unhinged.

My utilitarian comfort unsettled

Consequentialist moral reasons categorically examined

Self-knowledge is a loss of innocence!

I heard your call to arms

Set off the doomsday alarm,

But never heard back

So, i set out alone

I don’t believe all i’ve been shown

A quest for truth and fact

I passed a desert town

Uninhabitable pastures of ash brown

Abandoned structures littered like an aerstan scene

But then desperate people appeared

They had lived in constant drought for ten years

Ever since pollution got the best of them – wiped them clean

So, i thought "i’ll take their curse away!

Let them flourish, i’ll take the pain."

I lifted their drought and went on my way

So i’m asking you, help me carry?

I’m atlas, jesus and hades

Won’t someone please take this weight off of me?

The destination is obsolete

The journey is bitter-sweet

Logic and consistency do not mix with morality

Justify your atrocities, the trump card never fails

Remove the greed and the ego, and the consciences prevails

No longer empty-handed,

I stopped at the coast to rest

But found a flood of people drowning in a sea of hatred

They begged and pleaded "end this war!

Have acceptance and peace restored!"

So, i drank up all their poison oaths

So i’m asking you help me carry?

I’m atlas, jesus and hades

Won’t someone please take this weight off of me?

The destination is obsolete

There’s nothing left but wrong with me

Global systems all degrading

I’ll take the problems so the world can breathe

And i have nowhere to take thewm so

Forever they’ll accompany me

The future is much longer than the past

I picked up wrongs along the way

Removed them from the mass

But i still had to jettison things

To outrun gravity and not wanting to further pollute

I just left behind parts of me

I’m collecting your tradition, your religion, your depression

I’m trading in your affection to put us all to sleep

So here i lay, bent shoulders, broken ribs

I sink into the earth and all i can hope is to take this baggage to the grave

One more step i cannot take

By the time you read this i’ll have passed away.