It didn't last, as an explorer searching the stars
is doomed to die, in wanderlust
Katahdin cast a deep shadow, that kissed
the essence of being
but
it didn't last
Again I'm here with my cup and pack in this
weary hole in the ground
Spilling words to nobody in particular, with
no true meaning other than simple release
This won't last either, it'll be buried by
others burdens, more meaningful ones
Mine is simply that of being alive, when I never
asked to be
Paying taxes I never agreed to, paying to be
just live,
when I never ******* accepted the contract but
here I am, in a world of others ideals
mine get pushed aside for their own

but I can rest easy knowing that like all else

it won't last.