Fine lines explained

The endless feeling of wanting more,
Of wanting to do more, Of wanting to need more,
Of wanting to be more, Of wanting to want... more,
That is the only feeling which I know to be true,
Eminating from my stomach, it stops when it reaches my brian,
For somewhere along the way it loses its way,
Like an alcoholic who accidentally takes the escalator that's moving down to go up,
That way makes it less efficient but it makes for a good show.
Tired of the more, need less, tired of wanting to have more of less, tired of there being less of the more,
So much confusion out of so little thought.
What is it that one needs, is it more?? or is it less?? so you feel you are getting more if you do get something, while at the same time you still have less than you want.
Content-ness is a fine line, Decency is a fine line,  A human can be drawn using fine lines, and at the same time...
A bottle of whiskey has curves that are fine.
Besides the point.
Point being, the feeling stops at my mouth...
An angry scream I need to let out...
Pent up... it builds each day that goes by without my utilising this rage.
I need it. But I dont wan't it. Not less of it, for then I don't need it.  Not more of it, for then I don't want it.
A soundwave can be depicted by fine lines.
An actor's words are called lines.
But a liar's word's amount to him lying.
A liar is an actor, that's a line about fine lines.
An actor is always a liar, that would be lying to make a line.
Words are easy to twist. And lines are a series of words.
Two negatives make a positive.
But two wrong's don't make a right.
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind,
Or does it just leave two angry men with one eye each.
A man can be seriously funny or funnily enough serious.
Everything is perspective. Hitler hated jews but loved juice.
Gandhi loved peace but hated peas. Everything is a fine line.
And if a policeman chases an overspeeding car, over a state boundary just to give the driver a ticket,
That would be crossing a line to give a man a fine.
Everything is illusion and there is only one truth...
That there is none.

Hope is Black

What do you do when the lines that defined your soul has withered away,
Not because of anyone else, but your own acts and now you pay,
The hard way, but always, that's how you learn, they all say,
What makes it harder is the hope that it will end, not soon enough apparently,
What do you do when hope makes it harder, isn't it supposed to ease the pain gently,
Improve your well being, Like god 'heavenly', Hope ' o ' Hope where art thee,
I'm here bitch, look at me, now wave and smile back at me, I dictate your sorrow now,
Tomorrow's shroud, Blacker than clouds, Rain promising, an upside down frown,
A glass half empty or half full, doesn't matter if you can't see through, glass is black,
Hope is black, it all stacks, like creep camps.
One, two, three, four, when you walk out the door, in the morning you may never see,
The eye in the corner, looking right at thee. When you do, you are the fool, no matter what you do,
He will do too, the hope in the eyes, you cannot see, for hope is black, so are childhood memories.
Wonderful people, amazing world, good friends slipped through the cracks of my fingers,
Unable to retain, what comes in to your hands, because you're holding a bottle in one hand, and a
cigarette in the other.
You let go of the bottle and it breaks, whether half full or half empty,
Letting go of the cigarette is the easier gesture, adjust your feet for good measure.
Hope is black, which is why everything else seems brighter, when your mind is full of it.
A rant on hope is impossible, bordering on illegal if "nigga" you call it.... for Hope is Black.