my life is a practice room
one big long
practice room
my life is a practice room
one big long
practice room
it’s just really just you just making you do you as well as you can and
what a fucking world
back to no home home
back to unknown
wander and wander
wishing I was
able to see
you right now
a cycle upon a cycle an end a beginning a climax a relentless turn
each song
a life
each life
a death
oh to push through the ceiling and reclaim the where we are
sometimes these are a way of me correcting trends
like, i always want to make art
but i don’t
and feel like i can’t
and also who cares what i call art in my own head
you know, i just want to be able to make things that make me feel like that i’m not just laying on the floor staring at the ceiling
without it
where am i
and who are you
who i can’t reach
who i can’t even touch
.who knows where
i’d be without
longing for you
all on trial
and go and go and go and be
with me too
wanderin
pull into
and out of
and through
if there were
such a time
as now
and then
we going to make it
we going to make it all the way
somewhere out there
everything is fine
more than fine even
a very graceful arc is made
every which wave
and you are
never gone
i love
and thus
i renounce
hate
and back to the
past
fogged over
whisping around
and
there is love there
in the wash
maybe i’ll take a break for a while
maybe i won’t
but not