feel, damn you, feel like you're alive again.

murder on the news, kidnapping
nation shattering earthquakes
the deficit and wars
all of the horrible shit that's on the news
doesn't really affect me at all.

cancer in your father
a dead relative, friends that play betrayal like the lotto
your girlfriend cheated on you and your professors
don't understand and work you too hard and you can't
keep up with everything being hurled at you
you feel like you're ready to collapse from the effort
nah, none of that moves me at all.

being unable to find someone worthwhile
or anything worth putting time into
knowing all of my "friends" are, well, not really that
never being good enough but barely getting by
terror over the present but no regard for the future
somehow, i'm unfazed by the problems i face
i've never flinched at all.

i don't give a ****
and to be honest
that bothers me the most of anything
at all.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn