The Mind of a Swarm

One time I tried to sing
About a song that had already run it's course
Straight from the source

(blah blah blah blah blah blah blah)

All along

Would you please stop complaining?
And just sing along

All the rain comes down the same
But a world devoid of pain
In the sky

I wish you could've heard the music
As my tuition points straight ahead
I finally felt enthusiastic
I finally felt alive

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

So you said
Would it please you to listen
To mumbling instead

All the rain comes down the same
But I can never seem to tame
The voice inside my decrepit mind
It's so mundane

(Mister moon?)
Yeah?
({tell us about the sky})

The sky is deep and dark and eternally high
If it's real I'll never make it when I finally die
Well I think you'll return to obscure
Or whatever you were, before you were
But I'll be down below dead painful and slow

We have so much left to sing
There's a storm for every spring
Disoriented made before wedded but we'll all be stars

Silent explosives
My mind is destructive
The heart is constructive
The soul is explosive

Create until nothing is left to create
And the universe delivers miracle songs
And pretend to pretend to
Fully comprehend it
And write the same thing 'till your hands start to cry
And then over and over and over again
And then over and over and
Never again