Temporary distractions make our existence
A clear breeze as sun burns the skin
A toasty coffee on the lap of a lover
Complaints about looks, money
Just tiny distractions

The world incinerates while we put out tiny fires
The flame spreads as we carry the buckets
We try to delay the boundless dimness
While desire remains fastened to the cages of a few

What do you do when you can't stop staring at the gloom
Watching the city blaze along with the torso
Inhaling gray flakes
Dreaming of the downfall