Spinning
The future always catches up with you.
The past is but a distorted memory
deluding you in the present
bewitching you with its lost promise
while you miss what it really meant.
We spin sucked down on this watery ball
spinning sideways through black nothing
blind in a world of smallness
and missing our heritage of stars.
We look out from our watery skull
and fix on a point spinning too
seeing very little of what actually happened
and trusting that version of events.
We spurn that which makes us noble
refuse what would make us great
while we rush to the same place we're in
afraid that we'll be late.
DH
The past is but a distorted memory
deluding you in the present
bewitching you with its lost promise
while you miss what it really meant.
We spin sucked down on this watery ball
spinning sideways through black nothing
blind in a world of smallness
and missing our heritage of stars.
We look out from our watery skull
and fix on a point spinning too
seeing very little of what actually happened
and trusting that version of events.
We spurn that which makes us noble
refuse what would make us great
while we rush to the same place we're in
afraid that we'll be late.
DH