I’m not in step with the world I’d like to go I don’t see very well and the metaphor haunts me too
But Life is sacred you can’t make it you can’t take it away Stay all the way; smile each day
You have no use for me and I don’t get you past literalness My slur interrupts meaning and I don’t understand your language either
But Life is sacred you can’t make it you can’t take it away Stay all the way; smile each day
I’m tired of the ways there’s nothing I can build anymore The doors are closed and there’s a new image here everyday - every one unfamiliar, and vague
But Life is sacred you can’t make it you can’t take it away Stay all the way; smile each day
You give me words and I eat leftovers My mind soars above and you hang on to my tissues I’d like to go I have to go This room reminds me of the womb As was coming so seems my going; I’ll go
*But Life is sacred you can’t make it you can’t take it away Stay all the way; smile each day
companion painting: 2 old men. Dos monjes by Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes (30 March 1746–16 April 1828)