02/21 2025
Now everything's either expensive or free.
Just like there's now only ennui for us ---
Or perhaps a mass murder spree ---
Who can't afford either one, not to mention success.
Maybe that was the point in the first place.
Or how love is now but a dream for you or me,
Though I hear responsibility's for sale down the street if you need.
But as long as everything stays the same will you ever truly see
Or will you remain happy by not doing happy deeds;
Will you be sad if sadness bleeds through an attempted smile?
Down along by the border
I hear the tender call of a name
Two sweet lovers by the fence
Who can't face the truth in their tears
Love separated by the thing meant to be broken.
And everything can be derived from the nothing
Which floats through the forever while she is carried away.
That heaven could be so close, yet so impossible to reach.
It feels like a movie, but it is all true,
Whoever thought a story could be true, anyway?
The wind opaque, I hear the vibration of a wave:
Up, back down, sideways in to the cave.
Why would you believe what I am saying is true?
Well, I told you the story, didn't I?
And now you're desperate for more
But I'll never give it.
I at least get to keep that one before I go.
The story wobbles and gobbles and hobbles
You follow the turkey no matter where it leads.
Look out the window. You see me pass by,
Yet I know you never give chase
Since you heard turkeys don't fly,
They're pardoned in disgrace.
And why would you not believe them?
You eat turkeys every other day,
Either believe all of it or everything's condemned.
I am not insane, I just blindly believe what they say.
No one blames you, because no one else exists.
You and me, down along by the border,
And nothing,
And everything,
And the stars up above which walk slowly across.
I think I see the fire trailing,
Let's catch it and don't look back.