as the days go by
i float and wait
a dream in the river
a song under the undug earth

the sun shines superficially
warmth never reaching under the skin
though it radiates about, the porcelain remains
a smiling soul behind a glass smile

what would it be like to live underwater?
a bubbling, gurgling being of silence
just ligaments groping around for something
anything
vulnerable to the world

the world that searches far and wide for the clarity that can only come from within
that looks for others to blame, others to incriminate, others to say that which it fears
why speak at all
lets just stop and stare
bubbles unwilling to pop
cigarettes unwilling to burn

i'll listen to you, you listen to me
but if you don't like what you hear, it's not my problem
i'll just blow the smoke in your face
watch you cough, close your judging eyes
it never was my problem
if you can tell me whatever the hell you want, so can i
just watch me

it's all unraveling now
the threads aren't clear cut anymore
for all the steps we've taken forward, we've taken just as many backward
moving but going nowhere fast
it's a competition not of who can make the most sense
but who can speak the loudest crap
so where does that leave us
back at square one?

i guess the real question is
is hindsight on our side?

because if we're back at square one
we might as well make this roll of the die count for something
for more than it has
for the hope that it will