Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Berlin

When you need a guarantee,
Some kind of trust that never comforts within,
You could wait forever, or never give in to the trouble.
Tell the ones you know it's okay to go slow about life
Because it's pretty nifty to know what is infinity.

Don't be afraid, we all fall in the arms of oblivion,
We already know that something's out there but it doesn't even matter.
Could we just be the speck of light that we see as them?
It's not abstract to think that we are full of ourselves,
Our egos are riding dry with no real character.

Is it too late to let go of the past,
Because time's not real and it's what we keep dying for.
We can pretend this light has real substance,
And we can waste our days documenting events,
But who is there to listen?

Don't be careless, it's not an excuse
To be lazy or go on a crazy kill spree.
Don't destroy yourself over this,
You will know what to is to be free when you finally go.
And even if you've never known a home, your mind is already there.