i only *dream* of the past
the moments of indiscretion
i grasp at the illusions
pocketing wisps of smoke

i *pray* for nothing i have
lost faith in good faith 
although rationality is just 
as bad just as artificial

i *hope* that every little
thing is gonna be alright
but every little thing is
is just one massive thing

i *wish* to maintain the 
frenetic the hot ears and
head the constant movement 
that synthesizes purpose

i *want* to embrace death
hold it close and quiet have 
it whisper in my head as i am
gently ripped from the fabric