Wonderless

It's funny how I always wake up on the wrong side of history Craving a mystery Guessing my way through the day with no say in what's certain Dodging the sun as it runs errands across the curtains When I draw the blinds I can see Nothing revolves around me I wish I could twirl through the world Without wondering why Stare at the stars to make sense of the sky And bask in it passing me bye Silly little tragedies add up to bog down the daylight Hidden in plain sight I calculate ways to stay sane by ignoring what's needed Declining closure in favor of feeling defeated Each breath's its own victory Not everyone lives to compete I wish I could twirl through the world Without wondering why Stare at the stars to make sense of the sky And bask in it passing me bye Chances taken in jest have the best rate of failure Laughing along at the thought of it going as planned The flow only goes as far as you're willing to follow it down Away from the nature that signals you're dead where you stand A purpose is only as true as the stooge who believes it Eats, dreams, and grieves it All the while asking what's next in this harrowing journey Strapped to the task of a desk-popping wheelies in a gurney That ride will cost you but the fall's free The burden of the birds and the bees Who wish they could twirl through the world Without wondering why Stare at the stars to make sense of the sky And bask in it passing them bye