Interpret the perfect picture
a little different every time,
’cause all things seem to change
and the perfect never
stays that way forever.
Even as times wind down,
so the life ties die;
sky crashes to the ground.
So in dirt life grows,
energy changes forms
and has been doing so
for longer
than our cells or souls remember.
Just a flicker in the candle flame,
existence, oh so fleeting.
Not a moment born or dying,
place, or person that stays the same.
Why would we presume
our short lived eyes
can see the will of ages?
When all our words
of love and lies
just wither on the pages.
Eventually, the air we breathe
turns stagnant in our lungs.
Light in our eyes
fades as we die
and it don’t matter what we’ve done.
Colder than Hell’s heart.
As bright as it is dark.
Each life just a part,
so I’m taking in all I can
to help us all understand.
Can you help me understand?
Why the very Earth beneath our feet
can move and shift below us,
but ’til it opens up
and sucks us down,
we’re too busy to notice.
Alter the world around you always,
who’s to say it’s not
effecting you every day?
We are all from dust,
existing and being here.
Return to it we must;
we cannot turn away.
We must not think of life as permanent, or perfect,
’cause change is the only thing that makes this bullshit all worthwhile.
HG – 2000-2005
