If there are no dreams then what are we doing
Just killing time while the Reaper is gluing
Other souls to their bodies
The shadows walk their own shoddies
The humans walk their own death
The fear walks its own regret
And I do not walk at all
Just watch the others in freefall
Smiling where the paint is dry
And while the widows cry
In another place and time
Everything will be sublime
Save it all til yesterday
Then it will go away
Then it will be okay
I’m fucked up, what do you say?