the earth fell away behind me
but the stars didn't get any nearer
and as soon as my feet touch the ground
between me and the stars there's a cover of clouds.
sun in the morning
snow in the sky
then what will we make of the darkness that laps at our eyes?
and what else is there left to say
when truth's hardly leading the way, only changing it?
forever revolving the way
embracing the length of a day
but not dwell on it.
paint white the walls,
opportunity falls
into the dark, deep, blackness of potentials.
purpose without meaning,
motivation, no direction.
the world still exists if it's a matter of perception.