Effortless blessings
Conspicuous in their fame
Have we lost our place
Or is it a waste of proud indifference
For its likely that we'll never be the same again
So I maintain my state of reasonable ignorance
Despite your sinister glances
For we each articulate our power
In slightly different frames
And I can't tower over you
Since you’ve grown a little taller
Than all the people that used to hold you
But still I’ve loved you since the days
Before you touched my soul
And we were turned into lost objects
To be collected in the river's bed
These lonely mistakes are often blessed
While we are bled for the failures and success
Of earthquakes and our shadows
And as many empty hands
As there are reasons to speak
We will become shameful lanterns
And consecrated stories
Born before the end of days