It starts the same way every time

Learning nothing from my previous times

What good is this consciousness

In my eyes I only use them

One sense to fall for every senseless field and home

But if I fit in with the snake oil salesman

Will I feel better at the end

Proving that you get lost in the side you try to change from within

There is not enough time to win

So they’ll repeat what I told and I will do and do it first

But it’s nothing real

Is it right for me to give up on you when I barely can hold myself?

Is it right for you to look at me like I have three heads?

Is it right for them to look on in awe as we burst into flame and cloud?

Is it cool for us to think that we’re just more than ever ineffable?

But in my absent mind

But in this absent time

Where are we

To stay upon this earth