I swear there is a point to this rambling
If you know what it is than please inform me
I would love to know what happens in your soul
How come you never tell me your stories anymore
Love is a wrong turn made too often
I often write double the amount that i intend to
What is the source of your singing
Where do songs belong in our conversations
What words should we say if our feelings wish to take shape
Why do we make forms from our imaginations
Are the right questions even important
And if so how would we know for certain
Why do i only seek pleasure in your comparison
And underneath this layer of dirt is there a perfect hurting
Why even try at all if so many of our shortcomings are for nothing

I kiss the aperture of duality daily
Is it enough to say claim your rights
If all forms are born complete
Then why do I keep waking in a dream
To find that its still the middle of the night

Love is an environmental crisis
A crucifixion more contagious than a virus
Symbols spread knowledge to the pious
Faster than these words or stories can deny this
I share memes with both the living and the dead
Are there any level headed people left to deal with
You congratulate me on my lucky winning streak
Do you still think I need your permission to speak
And are you curious about what i'm doing on the sidelines
If these solutions plunge our souls back into the silence
Then words may be a form of manipulation most violent

Superfluous the sound of rain
Falling on your shoulders
Shards of shimmering pavement
Shattered before your feet
We breathe deeply and partake
In hoary rituals so ancient and complete
We can only vaguely remember them
Upon awakening from sleep

What now you ask
And wonder if
She stole the water
From your mouth
And turned it into blood
Love is a rusted out building
We argue and produce this music
Love is the road to choosing
We seek the truth in finger-paints
And sand-castles collapsing
Cancel your soliloquy
She doesn’t care to hear it
If you want to reach her
You need not ask for her permission
Instead you must seek her
In silence through a wilderness
Pleasure is a false road returning
You mourn the loss of your innocence
We have found the ground of our oblivion
And lie on it forever
Tonight i just want to drink
But we still need the thunder
To give it any meaning
And i am a castle undergoing renovations
So lay with me only if and when
You're ready for transformation
And this is a beautiful lesson indeed

Like the stream that shares it's stories
We are shedding our disembodiment
And sipping on the sincerest of apologies
Representing a whole lot of nothing
Except accepting inevitable disappointment