[Spoken Word: Brandon Bascom, Matthew Dommer]
I am the voice that sounds in the back of your mind when you believe someone has done you wrong that which you have innocently taken. As justification for hostility to those around you. But listening in, so clever is my phrasing that you might find yourself as the recipient; And hear not hostility, but a questioning of your assumptions. This is my purpose, to help you toward a greater understanding
It's constantly spinning through the air, constantly changing which side we face. And when it hits the ground, you and I will die. It helps us greatly to know it. Doesn't matter which side this coin lands on. When in reality, where one man's freedom is another man's prison, and our lives are in thrall of a lover's death. We're all so hungry for something real, but we'll never know. We never did learn to give, only take
So let's make a bet on what happens when we die: Will we float away in distinct rays into the sky? Just listen carefully for your do is coming? Just breath before you get left behind? Just like you do every time, holding onto nothing but a memory of how it all used to be. Things were so simple, yet I was so ungrateful. Trapped in a void ever so hungry for our demise. You made us in your image like a broken mirror. You gave us a part of yourself so you could see we were lost and shattered. But that was seven years. We tirelessly travel the land, always further west. Always absent from our eyes but built in our hearts. From when I speak of you, I will never know. But when I do know, I will never speak of you again