As the dark became darker
The light became brighter
He will be bound to die griping
If he doesn’t check himself
Or maybe he wants that
I’m reminded of everything I have
Everything I don’t need
The story of an apple and a snake
Who takes the bait
Who’s left to blame
Or maybe everyone is pointing fingers
Stuck in a rut or ready to go
Just be nice, just be nice
It’s kind of endless
Where things can end up
Gravity is funny that way
I’ve got maybe another five decades
To get it right and seven if I’m lucky
It feels good to look forward to something
And solid to project so far away
I don’t mean to sound like a gink
But maybe all that time I wished
To spend with her wasn’t as
Important as I made it out to be
Orchestra of fantasies in my head
I thought I wanted to share it with
Someone anyway
Somewhere anyway
It wasn’t what I thought
A puzzled picture
Fragmented light
© GÄ
Poétique 