Fading away
As a lonely refrain
into nothing...
into being...
into you...

In this frosted bite of sheet cake...
Is my aunt sally
And in this bite, my auntie Chloe
And my uncle Peter...
Who knows now more

I chew on my childhood
And I think of how
Each age is only just a bite

A bite of the past
A bite of the present
And a bite of something yet to be told...

The succulence of a future’s past,
Is the greatest untold

how you can look at me that way and in the same breath say you feel nothing

There is nothing in nothing.
I get myself there.
There is a love in a love.
You take me affair.

Something then nothing -
A parrot on my left shoulder
But it is not real

Look nowhere but within, for your spiritual highs, forgiveness and sin.
The saddest truth there is, your a commodity.
You're a consumer to the holy man who put a price on his wisdom.
And the teachings of the earth are so lost
That we pay for courses in the innate.
To know what we thought we never needed. And become who we thought we'd never be.
Isn't that ironic?
We're lost.
This human being.