The sun is up again
The sun is flat again
My ceiling is someone else's floor
Loss and desire
Even up, as my discard
Is someone else's winning card
The fish we all try to chase
The freedom we all try to explain
The systems we all try to breach
The assumption all of this exists
All cracks and bumps
Watched from far enough
Are a levelled smooth plan
The cat is back again
The glass is full again
Would you join me for a game?
Is it still today?
Another today?
And I don't know when but I'll see you soon
'Cause I noticed I'm often too sure that I'm sure
I'll make space in this head, off to the rat race
I'll make so much space
