(no subject)
A quiet moment of reflection sometimes puts me in a downward spiral.
Whether or not I accept the outcomes of my decisions I must live with them.
Tides unchanging in a mindless pursuit of the unquestionably unique.
So I speak in tongues, mangled and unkind, desperate for a place to sleep.
a place to sleep and wake not in sweat, cold and ever real
perennial reminders of time long gone, were either left unscathed
a slow decay as seasons fade from view, green, red, brown, gone...
if only the winter were as honest as it looked... if only the winter were as honest as it looked
an object covered does not make that object any less real...
a memory remembered does not make loss any easier to bear.
so we go
following the essential tragedy of the human condition
not the search for subjective meaning
but the infinite pursuit of a universal truth
following the essentially tragedy of the human condition
i see my mind in circles, from the middle it may be still
underneath a wave it never is
Whether or not I accept the outcomes of my decisions I must live with them.
Tides unchanging in a mindless pursuit of the unquestionably unique.
So I speak in tongues, mangled and unkind, desperate for a place to sleep.
a place to sleep and wake not in sweat, cold and ever real
perennial reminders of time long gone, were either left unscathed
a slow decay as seasons fade from view, green, red, brown, gone...
if only the winter were as honest as it looked... if only the winter were as honest as it looked
an object covered does not make that object any less real...
a memory remembered does not make loss any easier to bear.
so we go
following the essential tragedy of the human condition
not the search for subjective meaning
but the infinite pursuit of a universal truth
following the essentially tragedy of the human condition
i see my mind in circles, from the middle it may be still
underneath a wave it never is