How do I
Give myself shape and form?
And what
Sense of obligation holds me to my course?
Similar motivations guide men of science towards the greater good
I'll combat my own post-human beings when the time comes
I thought I saw fleeting shapes darting in and out of trees
I thought I caught my eyelids drooping down, I could not see
I must have paused to rest my feet
And didn't rise again, couldn't rise, I could not see
It seems my time on Earth has come to a temporary end
I looked down at my feet in time before they disappear
Into celestial shades of green my perception will ascend
That my condition is another's fault; I will not pretend
The only real answers I received were achieved through an early ended career
Into celestial shades of green my perception will ascend
I don't know how many times I've been told to stay away from her
But it never takes hold
She's bad news
The worst it can get
And I know I won't ever forget
About the days we spent out under the trees of the horizon
In the warm summer breeze, and I
Want to sing, but she's holding my tongue
And it seems like I'm caught in a continuing spiral
I'm unstrung