This is just a sampling of our regrets
To be the best at anything is to protest
That our attachment theories
Are merely empirical strategies
And praxis slips out of my mouth
Like dancing dragons
We climb to the top of Everest
Faster than you can say lightning
Mightier than a sword
Your words stand taller than an evergreen
Pinecones maneuver in the winds of destiny
A painter’s son takes lessons from the master’s failures
Congratulations on lying in your bed again
I befriend the endings so I can begin refreshed
And bed the brides at their commencement ceremonies
How are we so good at pretending
That it's always been alright to ask questions
When we already know better
Than to laugh at these humble representatives
Of our own defenselessness

The animals that came before you
What right have we to claim their territory
The souls that walked this land for centuries
Can you hear them dancing in eternity
Are we brave enough to steal fire
From each other instead of the gods
Do we know the repercussions
Of all this karmic plundering
Are we ****** or determined
Are we ***** or just thirty
Why must we always be inspired
To find our lovers
On the other side of town
Your animus is a clown
And my anima likes to drown me
She stands along the banks of reason
And compels me towards her nakedly
Crawling on tired knees until I’m bleeding
Only then does she promise me
Her guidance and her safety

The anima drifts freely
Like a leaf in the wind
Blending soul and sulphur
The spirit is salty and combustible
We are trusting our reason
For its our feelings that lead us astray
We never say i’m sorry
Until its a little bit too late
For once something's happened
If we are truly apprehensive
We will often make mistakes

I see you in the sky
Hammering your one glass eye
And trading stories with the wind
We fit in wherever
Feelings are placed timidly
Back in their cupboards
Libraries of humbleness
Mumbling in their dreams
We’ve barely remembered
That the embers are still burning
Hymns of confession
Each have a story to tell
So we teach it to the children
By the rivers of yesterday
We trust our bodies to fight disease
And drink from streams of light
To see the sky can be insightful
When longing to stay
Becomes more practical
Then running away again each spring
It means belonging to the daylight
Though before you've arrived it seems
That you’ve already learned
How to stay awake
Until it speaks to you in your dreams
And according to her
We are unconsciously treading
On the seams of everything

In musty attics
With dust mites dancing
We defy the violence
With sympathy and compassion
Humanity's words
Are working daily to break free
We are ancient trajectories
Of Japanese action sequences
Happy to breathe sequentially
And see the sky's reflection
Shimmering softly in a fountain
Like water off a mountain we run free
To the breaking point
For the taking and the making
Is all we ever really need

When you think you can
See through these illusions
But you only hear
Your own perspective
You are still just the same
Mainstream mundane
Monotonous
Meaningless pain
In the ***
That you've always been
As fast as a fault-line
You break down into fits of meanness
And attack packages and canvases
Art is your nemesis
And you are left alone in your pain
Fancy a walk in the dark
Through tree-lined streets
Where winter leaves it's mark
On every single fallen leaf
We are frightened of the emptiness
Messing with our souls
It often seems to me
The more people play games
The more they remain
The same similar creeps