How do I—
Give myself shape and form?
And what—
Sense of obligation holds me to my course?
Similar motivations guide men of science towards the greater good.
I’ll combat my own post-human beings when the time comes.
I thought I saw fleeting shapes darting in and out of trees
I thought I caught my eyelids drooping down, I could not see
I must have paused to rest my feet
And didn’t rise again, couldn’t rise, I could not see
It seems my time on Earth has come to a temporary end
I looked down at my feet in time before they disappear
Into celestial shades of green my perception will ascend
That my condition is another’s fault; I will not pretend
The only real answers I received were achieved through an early ended career
Into celestial shades of green my perception will ascend
I don’t know how many times I’ve been told to stay away from her
But it never takes hold
She’s bad news
The worst it can get
And I know I won’t ever forget
About the days we spent out under the trees of the horizon
In the warm summer breeze, and I
Want to sing, but she’s holding my tongue
And it seems like I’m caught in a continuing spiral
I’m unstrung
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