I feel nothing
I'm sitting in this **** chair
Feeling questioned by a bunch of eyes and and a plate
The answers are always the same:
Nothing New, Nothing Yet. I Don't Know
Im starting to sense that I'm tired again
Of being more shallow than this stupid plate
Full of flowers and colors and food
Can you imagine how it feels
When you see a plate more alive and fuller than you?
A plate has my whole life in a crisis
It made me realize how insipid I am
I wish I could break the plate
But then what?
The answers are always the same:
Nothing New, Nothing Yet. I Don't Know
Another broken thing in the house?
I don't want to
I chose to rise, to take the plate with me
And hang it on my wall
If it can inspire me to break
Would I feel again?
Could it make me create?
Could it make me alive?
The answers are always the same:
Nothing New, Nothing Yet. I Don't Know