We’re all passing each other by
Everyday like Ships in the night
Heard and Seen but not truly
We see the faintest outlines
The broadest brushstrokes
From these we create a ship in our minds
Oftentimes vastly different that what they truly are
We all so often ask how people fall for the wrong ones
It’s cause they use that good old razzle dazzle camouflage
You know from World War 2
All zigzags and pinks which somehow make it harder to see on the ocean
Look it up it’s bizarre
We go through this life seeing only what we want
Or what others want us to see
Truly paying attention is a rare thing
Just like common Sense
I go almost everywhere with a gun in a holster
And very few people could be pressed to notice
We live in a world of the oblivious
Made so by our own choices
Our constant divided attentions
What can we really do to change it though
It’s easier said than done
I’m not saying I have answers
“I’m just asking questions”
The saddest truth of all of this is it so limits us
Me personally I choose very few people to truly spend time with and get to know
Many would call me a friend
Few and precious are those i call friends
Passing each other like ships in the night
How do we connect
How do we live our lives this way
Would we know how to do it any other
We’re all guilty
The man you see on the corner with a sign
You’ve already made up your mind about him
As soon as you’ve seen him
The woman just buying alcohol at the store
Your mind was made as soon as you saw her at the checkout
We are creatures full of prejudice
Based on such silly things
Color, Race, Clothes, Shopping carts
Where the hell do we get off
We hate it when it’s done to us
But here we are doing it too
Daring any to challenge us
Daring all to spite us
So we can make up our minds about them too
I’ve never claimed to have all the answers
In fact I claim to have very few
This however burns a screaming question in my mind
Which echoes back with one simple answer
Which isn’t a solution
But it is an answer nonetheless
I don’t want to to be another ship passing in the night
I want to be alive and vibrant
I want to be an open book
I want you to know it all and not be able to avoid it
I want to be a Giant cargo ship painted neon green
Unavoidable completely knowable.