perspective

i take shelter in the heart of things, somewhere at its edge

i like to count my blessings half asleep

you're the brightest on that sky, so sometimes i let my eyelids drop all the way down

fake comfort in a victory of bones

like war, like power, a crazy dream of conquering all

oscillating, a pendulum between infinity and confinement

the future pulls on invisible strings, rooted in these awry veins

an illusion of vulnerability, a puppet show for the dreary and the damned

all illusion

this column of light rising from the soles of our feet, virgin atoms

shaky hands leave it yet unexplored

let's call upon the future like it's made of solid glass,

shaped by the veins of our transparent thoughts

none of us is the villain

we're just heroes misled

corrupted by the lethargy of love left unexpressed