Blur: Another post I never wanted to write

For Ski, who left this messed up world too soon. We were with you, brother, and we're still here.

Blur

Spinning out of control
the world
the confusion
regret
apprehension
pain
the unknown
it all weighs so heavily
it's so heavy
Gets hard to breathe
Gasping
Buckling
Breaking
down
little by little
So heavy
this weight
on your shoulders
Dreams shatter
Relations sour
because of bad decisions
Need a moment
a second to
relax
to
breathe
Your machine takes you
down the final path
The wind in your face
cool, crisp
The roar of the motor
sings a melody
the rumble
comforting
soothing
fleeting
the machine
the man
man-machine
strong
no judgements
no pitiful glances
no lies

Just the truth
and freedom

and wind
and speed
man
machine
Man-machine
a release
a surrender
man-machine-wall
release
from the
pain

.....

those that remain
we're confused
pained
in the grasp of sorrow
agony, the toll of grief
you touched so many
you never really knew
you
never
really know

and you never will

it weighs heavy on us
so heavy

dizzying

like the world
is spinning out of control

like a blur