I arrived in the future
Just the same as the past
Don’t even have to think about it
Don’t need to look back
Nor around
It’s the same here
Subtle differences
This moment is no different than that moment
But I
Not wizened
Just more tired
The gauntlet of years I just lived through
I’ll never guess how we ever could have got here either
I’m pretty sure we were supposed to die
I’m shit at doing anything though
Except singing
Arrived
A tiny ladybug on the grass
Okay that’s how we got here I guess
You all showing me little things
Thousands of little things
Brought me here, somehow
Maybe I’m getting better
I wish I could stay sick with you
Heh
Reverberate away sounds and words
Out into this space
I’ll tell you something good
Beautiful place indeed
I wish I could see so much more
Be great and encompassing
Maybe I’ll become dark matter
Hold you all there in myself
The generator
Of this place
Creator
You gave me an eye for beauty
Fragility
Innocence
You did not give me an eye for this society
I’m not the one that started it
My brain did
Little shit
Hearing all the things and having no idea what they say
No, my madness doesn’t resemble their’s
This song
I’m surprised it’s still here
What hell it has sewn
It puts far too much power in my powerless hands
No one is diving anywhere for me
Rather me
I dive under to fill this demand of me
Whose could it have been?
Nothing ever makes sense
Nothing has made sense since
So much sadness
So much suffering
In this place
It’s nothing
Really
Being ignored until you hear the spirits
I call.
The line is always dead.
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