In the brief light of dusk
Without razers or swords
Unarmed they are feeling
The stealing of delightful charm
Suddenly their experiences feel surprisingly numb
Like a dried flower I saw in a dump

They are reviving my past life with out-of-date style
Having worn out my shoes
Feeling clusstered and forcing dues
No solitary glances no bedroom pop just blues

Blaming the energy not themselves
irrelevant they find that unattested mess
The knot has an edge and it's crystal
How to be close yet distant
May everything they love
and value remain  
And not be nimble and instant
And worsen the stain

Making an effort is effortless
Often to be uncertain is harmless
sometimes coursing is to bless
Inside the fiction of their own creation
Reality never lives up to the imagination
Breathing in breathing out
They messed up they shout

Nation is nothing and identity is key
Fair is an arbitrary concept to be
Nobody talks nice and zero is the measure of average success
Death is hard to comprehend and easy to address  

Proceeding to cry becomes rough
The stimuli is not enough
No water in the sea means no salt
Without a neon colour his head is bald
When the angle is bad the painter adapts
Laugh from your lungs just dust out the bugs

Hurtful commentary about a duck and a dog
about a crooked grandma who's drinking nog
About a man writing letters inside a log
Wishing they utterly disolved in the fog.