sun-dried doubt

Every breath every heartbeat repeats
Built up and torn down to the ground
Every drop gone dry
Every laugh back to a sigh
Can it be that someday
All that falls into relapse
Be lifted and relieved?
Years means nothing to stars
Seconds mean nothing to us
Who has so much cares just as less
Than who has barely enough to move on
We’re different, oh yes we are.

Every turn every cautious halt
Has it been built in vain?
Every clot was once fluid blood
Every tear was once contained
Can you measure purpose
When we don’t live to see the flipside?
We’re different, oh yes we are.

Deep in the comfort zones
Where the sun isn’t too bright
Where the shades aren’t too cold
Guarded against danger
But which one?
We pose the same danger to ourselves
We’re a bubble in our own toxic atmosphere
It’s been too long
Distraction? I doesn’t seem so
False prophets and quicksand paths
Chosen by the people, not the gods
How can you measure our knowledge
Based on choices made before us?
We’re different, are we?
Or are we not?
If we discard the middle as the answer
We’ve popped the bubble
We’ve stopped from trying
Like the sun before the moon before the howl
We’re back to square one.

Take one
Red or blue
which one is red? Which one is blue?
Do you know because I told you?
Do you know because you knew?
Take both or none
There is still a choice to make
Defining what has not been done
A step away from the start
Away from square one

Take life
Old or young
Which one is dying? Which one has just born?
We spin at a different rate
In the same go-round
We let concerns drop
And let our gravity deal with it
The past would have made no sense
If everyone senses rested on a flat line
Have we discovered it yet?

A sun-dried dried theory,
Yet one nonetheless
That we once had it all, knew it all
Every path, every thought
Where the living had served their purpose.
Therefore came the need to live again
To fill our existence
To breathe in awe
To die with hope that day will come.
The truth is, we are not different.
But neither we are the same.