in a dream the sun rolls across
closed eyes and no one goes to work
in the day our lives: yours and mine
are in spiritual atrophy
it is no coincidence that there are
so many synonyms for being unhappy
at night ants gather where the cookie crumbles
and spirits dwindle as they are measured
to dominant standards
on who's agenda do i live my days?
not my own if i keep up with charades
to not play is the hardest aim
and those who do will continue
to brush it off using the stupid idiom
"that's the way the cookie crumbles"
leaving others to sweep it up
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023