I feel like I’m riding a night bus That goes one-way
I feel like I’m in a Van Gogh painting Roads, buildings dissolve into the crust World swirling around a paint brush
We’re going downhill In jeopardy And the chattering won’t cease
Greys of the marvel mix with the blues of the skies I wish I fetched my earphones ; music convolutes the end dramatic The windows were cleaned Or the city was washed, or is it nostalgia It feels like never after, the one the news wouldn’t know
We’re going downhill In jeopardy And the chattering won’t cease
The ground quivering, rattling Shatters in 8.0 MHz, Wuthering
I recall a good memory; the voice of old friends together, laughing
We’re tilting, inclined at forty-five We’re falling, inclined at one-seventy-five
The chill squeezes in, no condolences It’s pitch-black in water, serene I feel like a spirit of the floating world Awaiting mermaids to blow kisses, erasing memories
The chattering ceased We’ve left downhill Everyone floating
Inaudible swimmers reach out And I wish I was the Betta fish
I killed this morning
I want to stay here Sink into bottom Mourned as tragic pass away Nothing more, nothing less Submerged in sea debris
So, leave me downhill
Until, I reincarnate
Until, no one remembers
Until, you don’t remember this verse
And I’ve returned to stardust