Give the same repect you get,
Listen don’t skew,
How hard is that to follow?
Existential thoughts rise at 3am,
Creeps in through the bedroom window with the cold air,
Memories spin vivid like television flashbacks,
Count each drop of blood, each tear, each moment sulking in the bathtub,
It was what it was –
You are still you and you are here now,
So what will it be?
Here, yet not really here.
don’t you miss getting piss-drunk in the evenings, then losing your mind to delirium?
inside/outside of reality at the same time.
did any of it mean anything,
if we were simply swimming in between increased serotonin and neutrality?
all of those choices…
what if the sea was empty?
and the sky, the land, every memory – all part of a vast dream?
je pense, donc je suis.
take cover, take a credit,
take it one step at a time.