Two paths diverge in a wood, two manifesting prophecies

A closer race than we could say

Now that that’s been said, nix the competition

Eradicate all possible chance of dismay

We are a happy few and the paths will inevitably reintersect

As the old monk said “it’s a generous world

The problem is, everyone wants everything”

Walker and i go way way back

A spectrum of brilliant fervor

A wooden plaque at the edge of the playground

Walker and i go way way back

Rhododendrons all flowerless

We built spines, gave arms and legs, and let them run

None of them ever returned

“you should know I’m leaving for a bit

Like what I did in middle school”

The cannabis smoke like a newborn star

“i’ll see you on the other side, don’t worry

Nothing else’s really worked yet. i'm hoping that this will.”

“i’ll come back changed somehow

But i won’t come back someone different

I’ll be damned if i come back someone different”

I don’t come back at all

And i’ve been flaky

And i’ve left swaths of time unclaimed

Composition’s always been relatively shaky

And you still welcome me the same

Walker and i go way way back

A ramune thunderstorm

Sitting in a long foregone marshmallow restaurant watching the whole world fall outside

Walker and i go way, way back

A seaplane en bivouac, a fascist in cardiac

The knowledge that something can be hoped and fought for

And i’ve been flaky

And i’ve left swaths of time unclaimed

I never learn from my patterns

My cretaceous has loomed at this distance forever the same

There’s a meteor in the cage now so powerful

Everything else burnt away

Feels like all i have left is a breathable liquid

And the rolling hills of free country usa

Walker and i go way way back

Oh, to grow old with the internet

That wooden plaque at the edge of the playground again

But crusted with lichen

Walker and i go way, way back

Rhododendrons all flowerless

We built spines, gave arms and legs and let them run

None of them ever returned

Walker and i go way way back