the center of middle earth
i get it now
it was always about me, and you, and the center
coming to conclusions can be self destructing
but wandering could affect the measures of excitement
so we stay in the middle
right in the middle
waiting for the next note
waiting for the stroke, for the kick, for the finger pushing down on that f-sharp key
so we can hear the next and the next and the next
all of this is so useless
marriage of solitude and technology
their child: earth 2010
the birth wasn't painful to us
because technology is distracting
and very good at keeping us isolated
and controlled
some use it properly
but then they get used
and the whole enchilada continues to cake walk across the puddle
what do you mean this doesn't make any sense?
YOU don't make any sense
your thick foot-skin doesn't make any sense
your perfectly designed body suit doesn't make any sense
your allegations of a true and divine nature don't make any sense
the weather doesn't make any sense
but what does it truly mean 'to make sense' .. ?
do you even know how many senses there are?
i didn't think so
me neither
but i know that the mysterious number is higher than five
let's investigate our senses
and feel each other's warmth
please
let me feel
your warmth
let me know you're alive!
scream at my face
scream something obscene
scream an algebra formula
scream anything
but please scream warmly
because the world is tired of being ignored
our shoulders are too damn cold
and we turn them so much
ROLL
tuck
ROLL
tuck
ROLL
tuck
huh?
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