Listener
Manhattan Projects
Right there, what you’re saying
Is everything I wish I could
But the thoughts get lost
And I think I’m lost for good
I’m learning to paint small
But I have to be still
And that one shines
But still
There I go again
Painting with my ideas
A little strokes, a little tears
I can’t stop these shaky hands
From mixing everything up
And I wonder
But what’s really being lost enough?
Not all who wonder
Are lost in thought
Not all who give live
All they’ve got
Like a thousand suns
Bursting at once
Are only the spark
Of the mightiest one
But that doesn’t stop the planets from spinning
Month after heavy month
Into years that I forget
Memories and friends
Years I get to live
Lucky and try to mend
Crossing over back again
Over and back again
With every line
Trying to dig in
Crossing over and back again
I am become the destroyer of worlds
And when the bomb drops
My heart drops too
And doubt sets in
Please hope begin
Make a way
Make it calm for everything that flies inside
The sky? This is it?
But everyone can see this
No one owns it
But we all do until we’re all satisfied
Shaky knees, shaky thoughts
Shaky near the business end
Where I see it all get lost
The things I made become the things I’ve forgot
This is what you wanted me to build
Or at least, that’s what I thought
In battle, in the forest
At the top in the mountains
On the dark great sea
In the midst of javelins and arrows
In sleep, in confusion
In the depths of shame
The good that we’ve done before
Defends us
Even poor little us