a.) We canʼt change our world with more of
the same of this (with words weʼve made up)
it mostly how we live. And even darkness has
to sleep, or take its turn, in the sky. This is it?
But everyone can see this, and that sounds
like a dream Iʼd like to make one day, but
sacrifices must be made. We are all bold and
we all fade. Until thereʼs no soil left to sow.
Watching dust float in the sunlight. Until
thereʼs nothing left on the bone. Drawing
maps in our breath on the window. It won't
always be this way, and sometimes nothing
works. But if we give everything we have
every single time. We might get to live whatʼs
next. This voice is barely a whisper. It is nothing.
I am not this. You are everything.
b.) Wait! Listen, I will try and choke out
some kind of mystery. We might not all get
sleep, but we will all be changed, and then
death wonʼt be able to count a victory. My
friends my enemies our bodies are empty, but
even being empty has potential. The space
between my head and heart I try and fill it
with simple, or innocence the shade behind
our eyes. Our soul is at our teeth so speak
through it. We can't keep what's not ours. It
piles up and turns back to dirt. Thereʼs work
in making long lives, but what is that worth?
When those who have nothing can see more
clearly How can we see more that way?
Instead of making laws for our own gain.
When everything sleeps, how long will you?
Everything sleeps, how long will you? Everything
sleeps, how long will you? There are
warning signs louder than words can say.
Because sometimes words get in they way.
Where there is nothing. There is God. God is
everywhere.