When I go to hell
I’m going in pearl-snapped plaid
I’m going in peace. I’m going through madness
No sadness
God moves from me through you
And that’s fine

Time came, I stopped eye contact
When I saw, compared to yours
What theirs lacked

Millions of stars in the sky
Mirror numbers and kinds of thoughts
Behind my eyes
Thousands of eyes in a crowd
Mimic throes of lies used as gimmicks
In selling ourselves to reach the limits
Of life and strife
Of day and night
Reaching through the darkness to find the light

So I continue to talk and I never stop
Through words of wisdom and hotels signs
And the biding of time to keep it from flight
Where does it go?
Could I chase it out the window?
Would it come to me if I called?
Probably not