Bio
Is it all an oddity? Are we flakes of empty dust, spinning on a ball of rust?
Maybe. But the light is ours to see
You had eyes, but sowed them shut, but that feeling in your gut won't fade
Is it all a tragedy? Are we flashes in a rut, going in and out of luck?
Maybe.
But the answers will not change, even when they're covered up, all these questions in your gut
Won't fade.