...however
if stars align
you’re here on time
money arrives
no hint of a crime
fates cooperate
dates don’t change
your sister leaves
the lightest traces
back don’t act up
cat don’t wake up
don’t rain next hour
hitting traffic by four
then sure
we might
have something
there
The nothing
there’s a parasite
that slips inside the mind
found on every corner
even in the water
it attacks at night
leaves you non-responsive inside
if it reaches the heart
you’re gonna be a goner
it’s the nothing
it doesn’t have a “y”
it’s something
that eats up our lives
the nothing
taking up our time
shitting out money
leaving you dead inside
the children
instinctively know
something’s disturbing
but they don’t know how
to fight it
they try to block it out
there’s only twenty of them
against the adults
the nothing
sucks on their dreams
closing minds
with their deepest fears
there’s a few
that try to resist
called behavioral problems
we apply a greater force
That crooked line
I hold grief in one hand
hope in the other
I can’t tell you
which is stronger
washing sins in
that dirty river
sticky and dry
I remain
walking that
crooked line
into a future
not feeling any wiser
moving towards
something softer
that whisper
calling my name
