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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