Every day
another sun fades away
and there’s nothing I could say
to ever change it.
So it is with time,
it always has a mind of its own.
A rock in the water – immobile,
just being eaten away;
washed piece by piece to the ocean.
Diluted,
distilled,
bottled,
and sold,
until I’m so light
that I’ll finally float.
Drowning in the lack of meaning.
Nothing’s ugly when there’s no beauty.
Need to constipate this diuretic,
all this shit just flows right through me.
The world all looks grey
through eyes cold and decayed.
The heroes and beauty of truth
are all subjective anyway.
The real ones never stay.
Every day the sun fades away,
and I sleep
and I dream
and I die
and I wake.
HG – 2000-2005
