Saturday, November 10, 2012

Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions
Clambering for the scraps
In the shatter of us collapsed
It cuts me with every could-have-been.

Pain on pain on play, repeating
With the backup makeshift life in waiting

Everybody says that time heals everything
But what of the wretched hollow
The endless in-between
Are we just going to wait it out

There's nothing to see here now,
Turning the sign around;
We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice
A stumbling cliched case
Crumpled and puffy faced
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles

An all-out one, only one street-level miracle
I'll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical

And sit here cold
We'll be long gone by then
And lackluster in dust we lay
Around old magazines
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene
For all we could and should be being
In the one life that we've got

Are we just going to wait it out?
We sit here
Just going to wait it out
Sit here cold
Just going to threat it out
Wait it out. 
Wait It Out - Imogen Heap

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