What does years of assurance look like?
Why, for any morbid reason it didn’t work?
Constant shifts from faces and doors
Thoughts imprinted and erased
Curiosity never quenched and it costed sanity
What even is life if it doesn’t dismay?
Galaxies broke and stars crumbled
An unceasing fall, an uncaused revelation
Great battles of passion and purpose
A minute to win and a second to loose
Would anyone care except this one blob of flesh?
A pool of them under the name lost and found
Scavenging hope and love in dead veins
Is it all that this flesh deserves and shall do?
Why should anything be lucid?
Shall this chaotic sphere journey, if not?