Crawling Chaos

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls

Step right up and get your ticket!

Come in, come see

Everyone crowd close to me

Such marvels that I have to show

Don’t push, don’t shove

There is always room enough

Come bathe your faces in the glow

Then back home

It’s empty

Separate lives are lonely

Then back home

There’s nothing

Disparate lives live only

In themselves: Pathetic

Pathetic

Talk big, talk loud

Talk over a quiet town

Make your voice the only one to hear, yeah

Then push, and shove, it’s

Coming close to close enough

Don’t want to get too far or near, know

Detaching

Decoupling

I see it disintegrating

Unfeeling, not acting

Unspeakable thoughts and nothing

Compassion, reaction to

Feel this: sympathetic

Sympathetic

Look on, look on in horror

Everyone crowd close to me

Such marvels I will show you

Stare into the glow and see

It’s okay to feel confusion

Lights dance across black skies

Life may be an illusion

I sympathize

Now it’s time to assimilate, it’s time to let it go

Combine truth and reality, with the false light of the glow

You may feel you are not here, or that you don’t exist

You may feel out there’s not real, synthetic

Come one, come all

(You’re welcome here)

It’s writhing

It’s molting

I watch it begin reshaping

And back home, the shadows

Swarm every nook and hollow

They compel me to

Feel this: pathetic