I want all my idols to be false All my effects the placebo kind All my monuments temporary My loves the fleeting type Cause I’ve got bones of gold And I bend easy Impermanently made Permanently desiring Permanence fearing So make all my monuments temporary All my loves the fleeting type
I find myself loving things that won't last, to save myself from having to end them. So here's a little ode, to craving but fearing impermanence