An exhaustion in the world, a river of cars
Rolls down now the barely perceptible hills
Exalted into fog but dissolved in indeterminable
Layers of grey each one murkier than the last,
Rolls down now the barely perceptible hills
Exalted into fog but dissolved in indeterminable
Layers of grey each one murkier than the last,
The kind of day where knowing is not worth it
Where even the shadows counsel surrender
And the people shiver in the same miasma
Not able to comprehend their suffering --
Like puppets that jerk on their strings but only
In resistance not some animate spirit that can
Think on its feet, for it has no grip on itself
No idea of the box it has been put inside
No stage direction arrow to when it ends
Only the zen of not remembering if one
Is the show or the applause, in both a foil
But being cool, so valid with that
The temperature spike, the scattering of spices
The fire that could spread anywhere, it is not
Who I am -- albeit blind, deaf and dumb --
These are just moments to endure, not part of
A scenario I signed off on to mock me with things
I said but don't recall, to taunt me with the slow
Withdrawal of what was almost offered
That I thought would cure me of my pain once
Of being on the earth where change comes
Much too slowly, because there's time
And time there is to endure every drop of it
To squeeze it slowly and drop the mop slap
Like a mike again but the clouds today show how
There will always be more storms to clear.
Best not to waste a good umbrella. 30 years
Are going down the drain now, don't try to fight
The vortex, watch it go down quietly, unconcerned
How you never knew what it was and never will
Only that the Void has never changed though
You've long outrun your need to have it close
Oblivion, that thing you can always refuse
Until you fly away in your mind from it all
So far there's too much distance between you
And the illusion -- and you can't.
