memories collect
like dust on an old bookshelf
dreams die and gather
like leaves in fall

i dream of tomorrow
the future
where cars fly
and people don't die
because the present
is anything but

look to the left
look to the right
cross the road
clockwork
the sun rises
the sun sets
the question is
did the chicken check both ways?
or splat into hot fat

everyone makes mistakes
but these mistakes don't make us

dressed in black
death walks up to my front door
bangs three times saying your time is up
with a smile on my face
i put on my jacket for he is always cold
then i open the door and greet him with a warm handshake
you can only live once you have lived
so life starts now

You got blood on your hands
I knew it was mine
Stabbed me in the back
With the love I gave you

as a child
reality left it's bitterness on our tongues
we craved sweetness
but when we grew up
it became humdrum
we realised our entire life
was in pursuit of that taste