I'm twice the loser in this struggle
Run from this lack of purpoise - Run or stay, because it will find us anywas
Escape yet another layer of escape
I wish this was only you and me
I live the abstraction, I can't help how it makes me feel
As if nothing ever mattered, and as if nothing ever will
Everyday I think about the everyday.
All the pretty things we do and say
And everyone I see look too muck like me
The freedom I was so sure of
Going
Going
Gone
Now we don't move forward, just away.
All our complicated schemes, like fireworks to keep away the witches
To shatter this omnipresent state, this new quintessence of existance
At least there's time to meditate on what we are - the next generation empty-promise makers
It is better to neve have dreamt the dream
I'm not so sure that I have. Just the dream of a dream of dream.
Welcome Boredom.
