false hope and the intangible words you cling so hopelessly to
and few simple notes that never fail to lead you to the edge of tears
perhaps it merely provides you with an excuse
so that you can hide behind the mass produced emotions and feel something without anyone noticing
you listen to Round Here over and over and over and over and over again
suddenly realized the overjoyfulness was a preamble of this overwhelming rush of dejection
that you know all so well
nevertheless you feel so alive and desperate at the same time
everything is unforgivably gloomy in this sunny sunny day
you doubt not yourself; the universe is at fault
and with futile effort you grasp the air and wonder
where the boy’s gone who once said to you, “grab onto me tightly as if I know the way.”
where did they all go?
fragile fragile words fell
without making a sound.