The world continues to rotate while an existential moment sits
by the foot of your bed, waiting for you to squander your life again.
You rush back to your fantasies and wish for Earth
to spin clockwise, defy physics and take you back in time.
by the foot of your bed, waiting for you to squander your life again.
You rush back to your fantasies and wish for Earth
to spin clockwise, defy physics and take you back in time.
It moves ever so slowly, snickering at your actuality. Never stopping for anyone as you so often hear, you let it scare you. Minute after minute, hour after hour. You're losing it, you're losing it...
You're
losing
it.
It's nighttime again.
Your planet, graceful like a prima ballerina
hands you a shotgun and a box full of ammo.
The world turns.
Everyone lives on.
Minus the renegade.
Minus the renegade.
