I drew a few steps on the first street
Jumped to a store locals named Million Ways To f*ck It Up
It Seems we all wish to sell ourselves to a million offers
Dozen letters in my pocket, from people I respect, and no way to write back: Return to sender, Attention not found
Confusing loneliness for freedom, solitude for a serum, and complaints for poetry, I fell, I failed
I betrayed the kid I kept safe from all counterfeit hopes and all the snakes wе swallow
An aisle of silicon hands to shake and crush your throat
Wherе do we go from here ?
Water wings sell like balloon shaped hopes
Where do we go from here ?
A burden is a burden to the burdened
They'd sell the limbless a course on how to sink with elegancy
I took it back to the street, bought whatever they had, thought I should write down my dreams, A notebook by the bed In case I'm lucky tonight. Fantasized on how to beat regret. I'll eventually crack it but you know me, I'll just forget. And I almost find sleep. Pressing my eyes, watching colors, Summer for cold feet. Stains and tunnels, abstraction bores me, here no museums are free. I don't want to be young
I don't want to be old enough to remember all the things I projected but never touched in fear of ruining dreams I don't possess
And these are dreams that I'll never forgive
Water wings of lead, they are dreams that I'll never forgive