In Hebetude

The universe dances, while we stumble on and on
Yearning, weeping, preaching
we've tried to cross over our cross
(missteps are never over)

we have been part of a part of a whole
to which we have no touch at all
we chose not to listen the world's verse
we'd better decompose our own version
(mismatches are never over)

You'd rather stay in hebetude
I'll be long gone
Timesick, forlorn
Watching it through the door
Wasting it to the core.

The universe dances, while we crawl under the floor
(missteps are never over)
frail deeds, wasting needs
we have been always beneath the top.

You'd rather stay in hebetude
I'll be long gone
Timesick, forlorn
Watching it through the door
Wasting it to the core.

When my desire speaks no more
I'll be gone, long gone.

Preaching faults and fallacies
It's a way to believe thus to be
Unsound stanzas must be sung
Though a unique verse exists
Verses in echoes inside.

The universe dances
Once we danced as one
Entwined, delighted
By pristine tunes we have lost.

In hebetude, we ought to be
Thus peace means some
As long as no time in.

In hebetude, hope is not a sound
But it turns lower and lower
Expectations to specters
Dancing around and around.

In hebetude, ideas lay bare on a flat field
rolling, twisting, sliding
they sooth the mean in me
though “no” they mean.

You'd rather stay in hebetude
I'll be long gone
Timesick, forlorn
Watching it through the door
Wasting it to the core.