seeds
one day youll find disappointment again and thatll be the end of another of your lives as you drift off a battered ship keel-first into another sea leaving everything behind not the first time not the last time taking control and ending engagements youve got a kill-first approach to dealing with lifes natural ups and downs your octopi ink black on your tentacles dictate carry you on off into the vast open world a gothic sort of journey you make a prisoner of yourself and set yourself free by the same rules same judgements all just shackles dragging across a past left weary lines in the sand in between ragged footsteps.
this is it how its gonna be and you cant see change we used to be climbers and our trees would be homes and over time just as then we sought to elevate ourselves up and up and up skyward a promise to rest sometime and look back on it all but it may be that once we do we wont be able to see the ground for the clouds thick floating beads of moisture hung together in obscuring tapestries no good for drinking just keeping us cooler chilling skin to bone to heart.
how cold it is to think about laying amongst between walls of colours and men geometric tumbling and rolling and we in comfort cry about what could be its a fine thing to assume another to expect as the latter drags weights heavy on your perception the former just experience calling weary on the lookout for signs of rocky days ahead our kid selves from high on up the crows nest echoing down through the days hey you need to turn it all right.
there will be nothing permanent for us for ever whether human or house or ship or sails nor even oars twins for chasing more and more but damned if we can accept that its contrary to our very bones and marrow well keep on looking finding running stopping and its gonna hurt each cycle ends are painful but an end is needed if were to make new starts ridiculous yes false no not really no.
and what then what happens after lets say we make this great surrender and have it all behind okay we dont know when or why but we might know how as weve lived on short rations and on short time weve slept on streets weve eaten garbage and smelled like it and the one thing we know we know for certain—
motion keeps us alive.
we need to keep moving sit still we die physically or not there is no peace in staying its only when were coming or going that life is kept together and thats true of everybody we just take it elsewhere and keep the world coming at us mile by mile we slept a mile but no more no need now we know.
walking cycling running driving flying zooming cruising ghosting drifting sailing—i—dont—give—a—fuck—just keep things moving never lay never stay never die.
we are creator yes ok we need to build to create and that means work and work is hardly done in motion design a way to finish as actions completed hold meaning and intentions are noble and stupid were peasants and pastors aspire to make not be made or made in.
drop kicks fueled by punk reflection of our mental capacity no genius no poet no mechanic all we know splitting needle and thread since threads were homes and needle soles a margin of incompetence a value of truth keep doing pushing missing break apart from all else someones ors open doors to places not seen by there is fury in every step let it fill tanks set roads aflame dust behind no binds ahead.
forward we march a legion of two feet thundering in our skull left right kind of tugging and we sing the songs that keep us on track a ditty to keep us company and maybe a hovel and a nip at our ears oh how we wish.
the dream still lives two feet and four feet side by side one foot at a time going forward keeping on sleeping new ground to cover miles to feel boots to wear no more no thats it.
maybe there lies a truth weve yet to know that being let down can only be done by others with flaws like us but weve never considered the little ones as they could follow and never question as long as they know we care for their selves as much as we do for our own selves twinned in companionship we can both enroll on the road and keep moving on this could be the secret.
spring could not come soon enough.
though what if theres danger in that in losing part of our humanity because weve realised we no longer need it disconnect from it and never come back making it even easier to let go and let be and just leave whether disappointed or tired or jaded as emperors long dead buried beneath their own aspirations of freedom on the roads ahead.
what happens then?
well still have a friend
; i guess.
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