Candles always best glow in the darkness
My pens life ends slow and with a harsh breath
I remember how my cheeks lifted, when I first felt the entropy
But I never worked out, how flowers always bloom so peacefully
I'm singing what I know to be true
But the truth don't break me the way it used to
It's just moments passing
Moments passing
Nothing lasting
Moments passing
They executed Socrates
He asked too many questions
Maybe this is my brain simply
Making the same suggestion
I dunno
Camus wept
I dunno
I keep saying I want to feel free again
But I don't know when I felt free
There were times I had roses for eyes
But the other side was melancholy
I'm feeling what I know is you
Your memory is breaking me just like it used to
I know I'll always be confused
Just a reminder I've only one life to lose
How can anything be certain if
My self isn't even permanent?
I'll weave a basket of my memories
Place in that injured crow
Guide them through the veins of my day then we
Feel the warmth of the ebb and flow"