What did you do today?

this is a black tarp, but the gleam is sharp, from the sun that burns and churns and returns with more light than you thought it would ever produce, and excuse after excuse keeps you staring at its shine as time is tick tocking away and before you know it its another day that you wasted away. but the city is still gleaming, beaming, streaming for more life than you knew what to do with, so you sit, watch, listen, create another situation with no eventual destination, and you're wondering where did everything go? flew by me, beside me, inside me no more as i watch the shine fade past the last fast cast of its shadow, and its dark. and im wondering where in the hell it all went, sent to a place far from here. Where there is nothing to hear. There is no noise to cloud its life like it does here in mine, when all my thoughts get melted together and swelter in the sun, the burning sun that torches my skin and makes it hot to the touch. And much of what is left you can't use or choose to abuse, because its all run dry. And thats why I, am licking my lips with the spit from the tip of my tongue that would otherwise keep my mouth lucid for words and herds of rants and chants and other banter to fall out in coherent sentences. But the city is dark today and my thoughts in my head are lonely without the thoughts that I sent away. Oh why did I ever do that, I stranded my mind with itself and that was the biggest mistake out of any I've made, and Jesus CHRIST knows thats a lot. But maybe they are happy closer to the sun where they are warm in the bake away from my baked brain that just sits and splits and rips on the innocent as they carry on their days in the lonely dark and angry world that they have been subjected to that i escape in my rain of mary jane, away from the dismal pain of what you call... LIFE. And its fine with me that you may sit there and judge, and re-judge me as you hear these words tossed and double crossed in your gourd with your hoard of battled rattled and otherwise twisted thoughts of what you assumed this was all meant to be. Meant to be for you? or for me... Because the black tarp is burning me and turning me into a zombie just like the rest of the creatures that eat'cher brains for meals. Where is the creative spark in the life you chose to pose to the world you claim to be the same as utopia? Where is the life that promises the world to curled up babies in their mommy's laps? Where is the joy in the art of expression and depression and obsession of love? How do we live without these things and still call it life... Because life, is not under the black tarp. Its away from the harp of words from a drone on the tube that you watch while your time tick tocks and knocks thunderous raps on your door. What do you have to show for what was given to you? What did you do today?