I'm foolish with this life
everyone is, it is our weakness
those frail humanity peaks
so passionate are we
Here, laying unfurled
like pigeons with their random strut
none of it is anything
the purpose is lackluster
Then your heart so clear
takes things that can't matter
I can't, it doesn't make sense
is everything anything
Washed are the emotions
waking is the deep heart
somewhere unseen, unexpected
a soul looks up with hope
