feeding the silence

Tell me where it seems clear...
If you could spell out the way to me...
Maybe I could find rest...
And not search for something...
I can't find inside my head...
Tell me how to be clear and subtle...
Tell how fix this life the way I wish...
Before the fire and rage for it sinks...
And everything seems the same over and over again...
Stop me from feeding the silence...
Hopping for the answer from no one...

better

I am the mess to be seen slipping...
Better that I fall in my yard...
Than to fight in the street...
Better that I have no children to hate me...
For my health to have no wife

if not

I spill out long ways across an empty expanse of bed..
With a belly full of meager spirits...
Wondering how I am to fit everything together...
Where does my story start...
When am I relevant....
If not why am I...

walking out

Combine everything that you expect and realize what is what you see...
Was everything you expected granted...
Do you get to say with a sigh life is how it should be