you know,
once upon a time I was an existentialist
now, I don't really care so much
we're here, I'm here
we're building bridges where walls used to grow
we're rising sunshines where clouds used to blow
when reading poetry I stand still
and wonder
have we gone too far?
have we reached a limit?
will we ever find
the way to to be in it?
somedays I wake up
and look through my window
a cat on a porch
a slight window flow
all I can do is wonder
have we gone too far?
have we reached a limit?
will we ever find
the way to to be in it?