I know you think that I just bitch and moan,
sometimes I fear my mind's a sinking stone.
I'm scared of tiny people in my phone,
and applications I don't know I own.
Seems plain to me that we already all know,
that down inside we must feel deeply alone.
Going towards the light in little rectangles,
heard not one word outside these doors just eyes and ears toward the floor.
I might not sound so educated and shrewd,
but I'm not so blind I don't see through old abuse.
We're all wrapped up together here- don't matter how loose.
We got the keys to help each other but don't put them to use.
So I sprint to see if we will be eaten by the nothing.
So I sprint to see if the future will believe all we've consumed and conceived.
I sprint to see if we can ever stop competing.
So I sprint to see if we forgot to stop the spinning.
released June 6, 2016
Pedal steel by Whit Wright
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