Everything

Everything is a situation we cannot control;

everything is losing it's mind. 

Everything is lost, few things are found,

everything is up, even when it's down. 

Everything looks picturesque, and pure;

everything misbehaves.

Everything is good and bad, 

everybody goes to confession to lie,

everything is born, just to die. 

Everything is awake,

but breathing rather quiet;

everything is moving, and remaining still. 

Everything always surrounds the moment,

everything is alive.

everything is blanketed by the stars at night,

and on a sober morning, blinded from the sun.

Everything is short, and sometimes sweet;

everything is messy and incomplete. 

Everything laughs and everything cries,

everything lives and everything dies. 

Everything goes back to school, every single day;

everything is nothing new.

Everything is lost waiting to be found,

everything watches, everything listens.

Everything seeks, and everything hides,

runs from the machine, and walks the line. 

Everything comes from something else, 

everything is unoriginal.

Everything is borrowed, everything is new and old. 

Everything is weak, and almost bold,

everything is hollow, and everything is full;

with all the wrong ideas, we're running with the bulls. 

Everything is made, but not always sells, 

everything returns to the earth to rot.

Everything falls, and everything stops falling.

Everything is an answer, and a really good question.

Everything makes the news,

and the news makes everything;

everything has a shape, but not a name.

Everything has direction, but very seldom purpose. 

Everything is bollemic and hugging the toilet.

Everything is lost, everything's make-believe.

Everything is a future, present and past, 

Everything covers the earth like a cast,

everything is recycled, 

and rebuilt to last.