I sit here.
Maybe a little perplexed, what is this?
Can you see a boundary less shape?
Can I make this all disappear?
And what happens then?
What would I do with these thoughts? Would they cease to be
Would they haunt and chase me? Would they make me? Here? No question
Have I got the strength? Can this even move forward, I have now slipped under the juggernaught of ice. This glacier, sits on me.
Grinding, shaping, even when my arms are ground to dust
It’s in you my darling that I lay my trust.
You are mortal; your beautiful mind is not.
The world on my shoulder and somehow it’s not cold anymore.
Isn’t that sweet? My girlfriend wants to sleep with a virgin (male)
So yeah I get to fuck someone else is this living or what? And again I see the world anew
What is in store for our aged souls, we will travel back to the stars from which we
came.