Here we are again

The war it’s always been

And though we’ve always tried

Though we’ve always sinned

We’ll come back alive.

We’ll be back to win.



Well here we are again

A battle for pride

Through which

No one is proud

Nor the victor

Victorious,

But held with self-doubt.



And here we are again

The war it’ll always be

I’m getting tired now

Flesh and bone you’ll see

Oh so tired now

Don’t be thin as me.



Cause here we are again

The day that wouldn’t end

Said ‘You’ll come back to life’

‘You’ll come back as kin.’

To devote one’s words to the eyes of another
Is to devote one’s thoughts to the mind of no other,
For, in my mouth and out yours,
The words are all there,
But the thoughts none.

And everyone thinks
That everyone thinks
That anyone thinks
At all.

We fail to attend to our own thoughts,
Only the thoughts of those others,
Who have the thoughts of none.

United in silence,
Thoughtlessness,
Who really has won?

Some Talking Stories
Hold a face
That tells
A story
With no words.
These Talking Stories,
Some longer than others, Sum to another,
Attached somewhere
On a Self.

Everyone knows
A different
Sum of
One,
That is, all
That is, oneself.

The Self
Is a Foreign Invader
To a homeland
Guarded with
Tiny Heroes
With huge egos.

Each of them
Armed with a
Burning desire
To be.
One Ego
That all
Subsequent Selves
Participate in
Called We.