your interference
your interference
left nothing but bad choices
so stop the judgement
Home
a nip in the air
a nip in the air
feeling as the body cools
winter has arrived
i've been here before
i've been here before
this is all so familiar
the ghost of my ghost
my broken mirror
my broken mirror
look through the shards left over
how i feel the world
seized by random chance
seized by random chance
there is no path into the future
there is only now
what's wrong with pointless
what's wrong with pointless
to be doing all those things
but nothing gets done
a delicate work
a delicate work
to dance between the raindrops
happy to be soaked
a pattern for days
a pattern for days
to go forth on a fool's quest
tilting at windmills
a machine that talks
a machine that talks
who'd have thought that would happen
wonders of science
fumbling forward
fumbling forward
down the path to the future
to where does it lead