oh wondrous failure
such timid people dressed in tattered cloaks
onset dread
must we have all our friends be quantified
can you fall asleep in the clouds without falling to your death
i guess it’s no problem when you can’t see the ground
but it’s no rush to climb upwards when you can’t go any further down
as callous as we are contempt
as longing as we are forbidden
as suffering as we are performing
reaching endlessly for wasted light,
i’ll continue searching
and searching
and searching
until i find a shape that fits this withered soul