harder now, with higher speed..
something i wrote. it was about my odd morning at first, then it exploded into something else... enjoy, dislike, do what you may. but tell me what you think.
walking around, traversing through this sordid sound with one freezing foot infront of the other. looking for bits and pieces of this soul i don't have. a meaning clearly marked 'some assembly required'. with my head down i'll walk right by the usual suspects. the thousand faces. i'd write them off as fractured figments of this fragile mind. wondering if in a puddle there's drowning room for two.. maybe a place to sleep, for, oh, a millienia?
who can say its impossible with slide-rule theory? if newton was a fool after all, i'd stretch us out over the galaxies. millions of miles until we all existed in eachother. i'd pick pluto out of your eyes and the sun out of your chest. then we'd both settle down for a rotation around existence. but for tonight tonight, it'd be a starlit dinner with the cosmos, m'dear. no one dares measure this flight of fancy when we've nebulas in our eyes.
but love, we've got a problem. this is one small step for U but a giant leap for U-S. in assimilating a solar system you encounter the void. the black. all the non-pon poetic lack. its -200 in the space between memories. and even colder in celestial bodies that've lost their way. these misguided satelites. we've lost all control and are decaying from orbit. we're rocketting toward plants we know are not made for us. look out below, re-entry's caught us on fire and there's no stopping this now... there's no stopping this now... no stopping...
walking around, traversing through this sordid sound with one freezing foot infront of the other. looking for bits and pieces of this soul i don't have. a meaning clearly marked 'some assembly required'. with my head down i'll walk right by the usual suspects. the thousand faces. i'd write them off as fractured figments of this fragile mind. wondering if in a puddle there's drowning room for two.. maybe a place to sleep, for, oh, a millienia?
who can say its impossible with slide-rule theory? if newton was a fool after all, i'd stretch us out over the galaxies. millions of miles until we all existed in eachother. i'd pick pluto out of your eyes and the sun out of your chest. then we'd both settle down for a rotation around existence. but for tonight tonight, it'd be a starlit dinner with the cosmos, m'dear. no one dares measure this flight of fancy when we've nebulas in our eyes.
but love, we've got a problem. this is one small step for U but a giant leap for U-S. in assimilating a solar system you encounter the void. the black. all the non-pon poetic lack. its -200 in the space between memories. and even colder in celestial bodies that've lost their way. these misguided satelites. we've lost all control and are decaying from orbit. we're rocketting toward plants we know are not made for us. look out below, re-entry's caught us on fire and there's no stopping this now... there's no stopping this now... no stopping...