Peabrain Soup

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.

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