Moments of clarity
start to get further apart
When you are solid and I am liquid
Or when you are liquid and I am gas
Seeming to need each other but we never mesh
I wish I could be here
And there at the same time
Karma leaves me left
On the dark notes
Consequences I guess
Of living so fast
The lower half of me knows I've used
plenty enough for the year
The upper half feels endless
like the Lifestream
I know that it's getting dark
I know that Grandpa will forgive me
when I can forgive me
Forgive me for the waterfall
And for the snow and its rushes
Pieces of me taken / given
And we still trying to take the necessary steps
Strip away the extra motivations
Sublimate or die, he says
I feel like a speedin bullet 2 heaven
Pushing through the air and taking up the space
Not really leaving a whole bunch of flowers but
To make a difference by being the difference...