Contemplation

Now is a good time to stop and think to yourself
Nah, do it later

You'll have a moment to spare
When you're slumped over the wheel of your fucking pick up truck

More vessels passing by
An endless stream of useless cargo
Just waiting to be acknowledged
With or without a passing thought
With or without a second chance at something better

With or without

Focus in on the migration of the herd
The beautiful migrations

But try not to fixate
It's all temporary
Even if you can't move past the thought
Of piloting one of these majestic beasts yourself
Just fucking imagine
Oh come on, can you please just learn to live a little, fuck

I ask a lot of questions
That I don't need the answers to
Contemplation works
Whether it's passive or it hurts

Come on, It's all the same shit now as when we were kids
We just act like somehow it means more

Just like you I want that child's toy back
Or the feeling it gave me as an eight year old brat

I would have given anything for that crash

And as her body, was elevated against mine
The words scratched across the concrete
My reputation was coloured right there
I kept telling myself
That I could see the direction of the universe
Laid out in front of me
But I read the words, and they made no sense to me
Again and again I read those words
Now etched in to my memory
In there it makes sense
In there it makes sense