I’m twice the loser in this struggle
Run from this lack of purpose
Run!
Or stay, because it will find us anyway
Escape yet another layer of escape
I wish this was only you and me
Yeah I live the abstraction and I can’t help how it makes me feel
As if nothing ever mattered, and as if nothing ever will
Everyday I think about the everyday.
All the pretty things we do and say
And everyone I see look too much like me
The freedom I was so sure of
Going
Going
Gone
Now we don’t move forward, just away.
All our complicated schemes, like fireworks to keep away the witches
To shatter this omnipresent state, this new quintessence of existance
At least there’s time to meditate on what we are — the next generation
empty-promise makers
Is it better to never have dreamt this dream
I’m not so sure that I have? Just the dream of a dream of a dream.
Welcome boredom.