Im very much in a watch the world fall apart mode.
Yet nothing will crumble much at all.
The glass artifact dropped from 10,000 feet up,
Somehow bounces safely into a tree.
Its as though the scenery itself has decided to ignore the laws of physics
in order to more perfectly destroy me, but not yet, first an extended pause
not while Im watching after all, expecting, or predicting it. Pfft, no fun me predicting
the ultimate means of my undoing. Its gotta be something
completely obvious in hindsight.
Or maybe Im being ridiculous, nihilistic, worst-case scenario
to avoid being startled by ordinary events
Or maybe I'm made of cement,
And fate is chiseling at me, attempting to
transform me into something truly great
(in other words, something that Im not)
thus the crumbling sensation. Cause Im being chiseled at
for my own benefit, though honestly I feel the
artist, Fate, is proceeding in a completely wrong
direction, and that she doesnt fully understand the medium (my life)
Yet nothing will crumble much at all.
The glass artifact dropped from 10,000 feet up,
Somehow bounces safely into a tree.
Its as though the scenery itself has decided to ignore the laws of physics
in order to more perfectly destroy me, but not yet, first an extended pause
not while Im watching after all, expecting, or predicting it. Pfft, no fun me predicting
the ultimate means of my undoing. Its gotta be something
completely obvious in hindsight.
Or maybe Im being ridiculous, nihilistic, worst-case scenario
to avoid being startled by ordinary events
Or maybe I'm made of cement,
And fate is chiseling at me, attempting to
transform me into something truly great
(in other words, something that Im not)
thus the crumbling sensation. Cause Im being chiseled at
for my own benefit, though honestly I feel the
artist, Fate, is proceeding in a completely wrong
direction, and that she doesnt fully understand the medium (my life)