Manhattan Projects

Right there, what you're saying is everything I wish I could
But the thoughts get lost, and I think I'm lost for good
I'm learning to paint small, but I have to be still
And that one shines, but still
There I go again painting with my ideas, a little strokes, a little tears
I can't stop these shaky hands from mixing everything up
And I wander, but what's really being lost enough?
Not all who wonder are lost in thought, not all who give live all they've got
Like a thousand suns bursting at once, are only a spark of the mightiest one
But that doesn't stop the planets from spinning month after heavy month
Into years that I forget memories and friends
Years I get to live lucky and try to mend
Crossing over back again, over and back again
With every line, trying to dig in crossing over and back again

I am become the destroyer of worlds, and when the bomb drops, my heart drops too

And doubt sets in
Please hope begin, make a way, make it calm for everything that flies inside
The sky? This is it? but everyone can see this
No one owns it but we all do until we're all satisfied
Shaky knees, shaky thoughts, shaky near the business end
Where I see it all get lost
The things I made become the things I've forgot
This is what you wanted me to build, or that's what I thought

In battle, in the forest, at the top in the mountains
On the dark great sea, in the midst of javelins and arrows
In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame
The good that we've done before, defends even us
Even poor little us