I woke up this morning
Two years older
With the epilogue to a stranger's eulogy etched up and down my arms
And through the cracks in the window I could see clearly
The ashes from last nights cataclysm
Drifted lazily on the cold breeze to settle on the front lawn
Without much of a commotion
I haven't felt clarity like this in a long time
And honestly I never saw it coming
Nor could I have, I hope not at least
And I hope today I don't feel the need to be
Anybody in particular
And I hope today is one of the days I don't need to obsess
Over the symmetry in the way you light your cigarettes
In the passenger seat or the back seat
Primary or secondary
Revolution or complacency
It's all the same dilemma you're going through, really
And it's none of my business but it keeps me up at night regardless
Two years older and not a ******* inch closer to anything