what's on my mind when you tell me
that you're for sure
about conjectures you pose
sifting through meaninglessness
is all we are…
and almost falling for it.
oh no, too close
to make sense of this conversation.
my goal - to hold
my tongue and dull out all my senses.
Imagine everything you could say
if you wanted, if you wanted to learn
Imagine a life without all the distractions that leave us focusless/begging for more.
it flows, almost.
the high and lows, too inconsistent.
scared ghosts? who knows.
what's meaningful is all in context.
the words from your mouth, still translucent.
but when will I know it's "time to turn time to turn around now"?
Track Name: To Myself
call yourself what you are cause of the place you're in.
acquiring all the tools will not make you a master craftsman.
empathetic to a fault, now sketch the line and cross it.
searched for good but found an empty pocket full of lint again.
scouring for the light
prowling in the night
tell myself it's alright
to fall this far behind.