Children Of Fall Bonjour Tristesse
I‘m twice the loser in this struggle
Run from this lack of purpose - Run
Or stay, because it will find us anyway
Escape yet another layer of escape
I wish this was only about you and me
I live the abstraction, I can‘t help how it makes me feel
As if nothing ever mattered, and as nothing ever will
Everyday I think about the everyday. All the petty thing we do and say
And everyone I see look too much like me
The freedom I was so sure of
Going
Going
Gone
Now we don‘t move forward, just away
All our complicated schemes, like fireworks to keep away the witches
To shatter this omnipresent state, this new quintessence of existence
At least there‘s time to meditate on what we are -
The next generation empty-promise makers
Is it better to never have dreamt the dream
I‘m not so sure that I have. Just the dream of a dream of a dream
Welcome Boredom
