A cup or a bowl?
Fresh or with a skin?
Hot or cold?
Stale bread or crouton?
Does it matter what the name is?
The real shame of it is thinking
it doesn’t have to be like this.
It could have been worse you say
But you feel things
What is a feeling anyway?
What is a thought?
What is yes and what is not?
You don’t know that. You don’t know.
You couldn’t be more wrong
Unless you were more right.
Get left behind by all the rest
Or accelerate the rush of decay
We build a tower of freedom
And jump off the loyal base to escape
Oh is that the easy way?
I’m sorry and goodnight but wait
Are you afraid one day you’ll die,
Or that you were not quite alive?
Stone submits to waves of air and rain
Countless drops descend again and again
To mist around a monument today
And tomorrow wash it away.