Nothing

Why does it all have to be so personal?
It shouldn't be about me.
There's more going on out there
the things I can't see.
Miles stretch on over valleys, through hills
kindergarden appeal
for real.
I fucking can't stand it.
Everything so clear
but I can't see a thing. 
My eyes are shut.
I can see everything.
Over under
fuck it
Thunder.
Blunder.
Wonder.
And the storm rages on
inside of me.
On top of you
of her
of them.
All women.
Too many. Too many. Too much.
I can't can't can't can't stand it. I want something else.
There needs to be something else.
Everything is dead or dying. 
Children are small or crying
never growing old
just stay young. Be dumb. Make stupid decisions. Make stupid choices. Say stupid things. Fuck stupid girls. Punch stupid boys. Sweeten sour lemons. Swimming in warm waters. It just doesn't matter to me. Not yet. Not at all. This isn't poetry. This isn't anything.