In this world
This golden goodbye
Plays the second hand
The hour to die

In our world
Seconds are ours
Lights are up
Darkness a lie

Total eclipse
Flipped upside down
Dizzying spiral
Let’s fall

Let’s play again
Let’s live forever
Dance with the rain
Then do it again

I’ve been seeing things
Should I be committed?

I see lines between us
I see connections for days
I see thick black lines
With white backgrounds
I see them very clearly

I see dividers
With strong and blurry lines

Lines that were made up
With lies and deceit
Lies dripping from the ink

I’ve seen something
Nothing
I’ve seen it
It’s OK

I’ll move on
You’ll move on
Let’s see other people

It’s OK
We’re OK
We’ll see other people

Gods see other people
It’s OK

I love empty notes
I love empty lines
I love notes with empty stories
It’s clear perfection

I find lost notes to be delicious
It’s like finding a note in a bottle
It has value like no other
It’s like a long-lost brother

It’s the poems left on the wayside
I love those
I love the value lost in life
I enjoy something more

It’s that age-old uncorking
It’s that exquisite aging process
It’s that delightful waiting
It’s that timeless shore

I have seen it all
Said no one, ever
If they’re honest
I hope

Gods wake me
Gods wake us all

It won’t happen
Said, everyone
Ever

We happen
We are
We will be