i tried letting go of my own duality
of past memories and
self destructive manners
not that i failed but
rather knelt at its majesty
acknowledging its existence
reducing my humanity to hubris

seems unreal to me that
a part of us can foresee chaos
and that our other half decides to ignore
because our inflated egos
need constant assurance to exist
eroding the knot that
ties us to erroneous morality

a human conundrum at best
we can try nonetheless

how can such a beautiful person
                                               torment themselves so much?
how can love pour out for others
                                               and hate be given to yourself?

an euphoric feeling this
like flutterin' butterflies yeah
thinkin' of death, smilin'

right now, typin' this
it tingles and ascends
up but not out

weak and feeble this
a moment can start it
and end it too

strange as it may
there's no yearnin'
there's no will

plain ol', curiosity this.
'cos life, tis' but
dust in the wind

Nothing ever returns to normal
It always moves forward
Things always change
Nothing returns to the ways
Things used to or not used to be
You're a kid running down the stairs
Then, you buy a nice coat
Then, a phone rings
And then, then you'll answer a call

laying in bed, blue...
listenin'... listenin' to the blues.
all this wine, nothing it finds.
oh, but a love of old.

holdin' down a cry i realize, i...
i realize ashes try and revive
these blues, all of them true.
holds my heart together with glue

ah the ol' blues.
this love aint what it was
but it still kicks back with sass.
man i tell you what, she was all that.

thrills of a life past though
it was thorough
left ma heart feelin'
almost bleedin' in a burrow...

layin' in bed, blue...
fallin' to dream land
to remember what could've.
been true...

sometimes the thought of your flesh
seeps into mine

and I only know this second hand
when reactions allow

your mind is a constant mystery
to wonder at

and your soul is beautiful
the animation of love.