Equivocation and Eternal Sunshine

Overcast and sunshine
each at thes ame time;
paradox of living
all the while dying.
Fair is foul and foul is fair,
a still day; breeze in your hair;
a masked, naked face;
a smile, slowly, being replaced.

(oh, oh-wuh-oh-eh-oh-uh-woh-oh-oh) x4

Hands yearning to pull (push)
you up (over) from the edge.
Heart beating wildly (falling still)
as the Earth continues freely (without me)
our bodies are not vital (we move the worlds)
to the order (with our hearts)
of the universe (with our minds)
our words mean nothing (everything)
they cannot change things (they can fix us)
for the better- we're staying broken (for our health, we can heal.)

We can heal
We can die
We can feel
We can try
The very depth, and width of emotions
is a pardox: why feel when most bury themselves with
money.
power.
drugs.
the hours:
running...
down the drain.
(we can heal, we can die, we can feel)
We are alive (we can try)