It’s too short a time
To figure out what’s going on
Lie awake in my sodium touched nights
And wonder why I am
where I am, who I am and why I am not
otherwise.
It’s too short a time
To both live and know what life is
To both be in pain and have the cool to analyse it
I push it away for tomorrow;
there’s always time to be a better me
All the time I never know
if a tomorrow will ever be
I know not how I got here, I know not where I’m headed
I sit back and watch my life like a TV show.
Someday, across that firmament,
in that empty black ether
that makes you feel you’re always falling,
I shall dissolve into oblivion, without much sound
and another show will go off the air.