"Why, why, why" --
Don't you know that every answer
leads to me?
There are no rules for how life is
supposed to be?
All engines lock at times,
Complaints are barely read
except as loud
and foreign
favors to you.
Do you really want entitlement
for miracles?
Does that not defeat the point
that there is something more
behind this raggy, threadbare,
see-through screen?
Don't you know that every answer
leads to me?
There are no rules for how life is
supposed to be?
All engines lock at times,
Complaints are barely read
except as loud
and foreign
favors to you.
Do you really want entitlement
for miracles?
Does that not defeat the point
that there is something more
behind this raggy, threadbare,
see-through screen?
Something always holds you to the light
When all the engines rust in fallow fields,
When all the voices grate like friends
who disappointed
years ago,
When information swirls
back to the source
in wakes of chaos.
It's when you think things aren't
as they should be
You must remember me
I'm only what is
always, always
there.
