Jumper

I'm so sick of tomorrows that follow my dreams
I'm so sick of the idiots the internet streams
I'm tired of time in the back of my mind
I'm tired of the beats of our stomping feet

I'm bored of the rhythms and schisms of god
I'm bored with the timing and rhyming; it's odd
I'm nagged by the hag with her hand on her bag
I'm nagged by the drag of the flags as worlds brag

Shootings and looting's fill all the streets
Hangings and bangings the world thinks its neat

What do I care of the troubles of them
What do I dare of the doubles of them

Sitting and knitting an old lady rocks
Clicking and clacking an angry gun cocks

Bangs and pangs disturb the night
Shuffles, words muffled, hidden in fright

Watching the world from the view of above
The view fits the pain like a hand to a glove
Sick, Tired, Bored, Nagged
Wonder what awaits me at the base of this crag

The wind will now take me, I feel the worlds pull
It's about time gravity played its role
Now then please free me from this hollow hull
And now society can't take my mind whole