UntuitionHard to follow


I live with my past on the surface
We turn inside out and outside in again

It’s not a thing I haven’t seen before

I came, I heard and saw you
More bare than this old scratching pole
Sitting in the corner silent
With that blue glow to your face

I still don’t know
If those memories of dreams are real

I’m far too busy preparing for the future
Anxiety is only for tomorrow
For a long term utopia, right before it’s over