Inertia, an Ill Compeller (Live)

What then shall I say?

What sermon do I have to offer

Or legacy to pass on?

I give no wisdom nor have I knowledge

Always cleaning the slate and restarting

Endlessly retracing steps

Returning my soul to the start

Or perhaps my own vomit

Should not a brick already be laid?

A monolith however poor?

Though I have lived, it seems I have not learned

With no foundation on which to stand

But I cannot unearth the truth

I fail to expose him

Yet surely the laws govern nature

For it exists and functions all around me

Yes even in spite of me

Within me and without me

I ask again what is my statement?

Can this current ambivalence remain?

It appears sheer lunacy, if without goal

Is it enough to be undead

Directionless, wretched and confused?

Logic whispers of my arrogance

To think I could myself presume

And make the great decision

To end my days and simply cease

Nothing left to glean

But life inside me counters

FOOL! the possible outcomes

And paradigm shifts

Who am I to make that call?

Thus here I am, as if waiting

In some stupor deeply lodged

Between life and death itself

Utterly appalled by both

I see myself in this slumber

Hooked up to machines

And wonder ought I set it free?

Or if all life however awful

Is sacred and worth living