no moon
no stars
i don’t have to see to know the snows falling
no i don’t have to see to feel the snow fall

i can’t seem to manage all these screens and cameras
phone, tv, monitors, and cctv monitoring
my pictures taken so much you’d think i was modeling
maybe i should be i got to do anything to push these songs
and garner a following, but all these influencers will be forgotten
or at least be remember as the imbeciles of the anthropocene
anyway portrait mode just obscures the forest road
so it's impossible to see, where i’ve been
i’m a king out of context, properly positioned in existence
I’m no one of consequence
the divine is in the details, but zoom won’t get us close,
in my quarantine cell, i learned zoom won’t get us close,
god i swear this software is a parasite that doesn’t care if i’ll
be well, it only hopes i’ll be the host
spend life in email chains, waiting to die,
i’m trying to be transparent but i’m only cold like a ghost
stuck with frozen hands on metal fucking fingers on plastic,
eyes on polarized glass filled with liquid crystal thats backlit,
should i have blue light glasses? is that the question to be asking?
i googled if life matters, woulda had more luck on yahoo answers
naw thats nostalgic thinking,
like positing that america was actually great once
when we’ve been a capitalist backwater since day one
wait, the suns come out,
outside i see the leaves changing and the trees swaying
i see the geese leaving in v
i see u returning with some t,
you take my hand, kiss me with a bit of laughter
reminding i’m thinking backwards,
the manufactured doesn’t have to be my master
i just have to, get outside, look into your eyes,
see you smile,
even while theres

No moon
No stars
I don’t have to see to know the snows falling
No I don’t have to see to feel the snow fall

Youthful but with older eyes
that’s why my lenses polarized
memories aren’t polaroids
that’s why I have no folder for it
Searching through my finder
but can’t find what I am fiendish for
Scrolling through a needless store
A treeless forest, no leaves or needles or
Any type of coverage from this ceaseless war
Zero in on winning but I always forget to keep the score
Marshall up the forces to defeat the moors
I mean the people who the treat the moors and marshes
with deceit and scorn, I’m grieving for em,
but still clicking on misleading porn
Feel devastated then get distracted... I guess the bad shit
Just a recedes and stores... in the back of my mental cabinets,
And my intentions are rendered absent
I’m trying to live more yes/and and less either or
But I’m indentured to mental abstractions
Tend to present a friendly front whenever i’m reacting
Endlessly acting, putting on a show for no one...
Wondering…”what am I supposed to show my shogun?”
When my forms remain unpracticed
Cus I was born to debate the tactics
Not fit molds the greats have mastered
Get bored gotta change it faster, I’m sort of evading answers
But asking questions is a performance I’d be great at...
Would I be? Could I be?
Contribute individually like a good IC?
Don’t slip even when roads are good and icey?
When I’m older I hope my good eyes see
And don’t glaze over all the good I see

no moon
no stars
i don’t have to see to know the snows falling
no i don’t have to see to feel the snow fall