Where does the time go, spinning my wheels… standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall.
How did I become a molecule in the concrete of this city, indifferent to my endless motion in a space too small to see; nonetheless expected to be..
I only get a little attention when I fall.
And I’m falling… falling down. I’m falling… falling down.
Cursed with reason in a world so defined without conclusion..
This is the story, the story we live out.. and it is the moral too.
Look at me; I’m falling for you.
Shaking and crying, even lying to myself, tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired—this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.
...And lately it appears to me that I’m falling… falling down. I’m falling… oh yes I’m falling down. Breaking, breaking down. Breaking down.
I’m falling down… falling down. ....