The destruction within.

Sorry folks, it is a ramble and reflects my thought at the moment. I am not looking to make sense , or seek advice. It is in some way just a vent. How you interpret it/ apply it / view it, is up to you.

With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land

It is my observation and experience that often when we have something good, we are willing to bet it away in a game of chance, for something less good, transient, yet more exciting.

In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes

I know I do it, I have fallen victim to it. What in us makes us opt for self destructive behaviour against things that are working and good?

And the devil in a black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away

It seems we all live in a "summer of discontent". Are we all just marking time until something better comes along? I can no longer believe in forever. I dont know what I believe, let alone what I actually want.

With the sunlight died and night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another it's all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside

I wander if it is just our nature to fuck things up?

With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
Shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows stronger cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more

When does something become worth not screwing up?

In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains

When do I value myself enough not to screw it up?

In the temple of love
Shine like thunder
In the temple of love
Cry like rain
In the temple of love
Hear the calling
And the temple of love
Is falling down

In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and air remains
The only haven you can trust

Yes, I am down today. No my world is not at end or anything else in it. I just wonder if a "bad moon" is on the rise. I guess I will keep living in the moment and see if it does.